<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:46:43.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa !</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-3404310070853835811</id><published>2009-03-25T08:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:22:16.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had the absolute strangest meal today! so much so i am beginning to think Michelin Stars are overrated.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways was supposec to go with BFF2 to Maze but according to A, our lines got crossed so he ended up booking Maze for TODAY. When i meant next week. Our conversation yesterday went something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : Oh so i thought you had classes at 6pm? (Reservations were at 7pm)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh classes are over for the year. What's happening tomorrow? &lt;br /&gt;To which we both realised he booked the wrong date!! Yea, BFF2 had too much work this week and with two dissertations due, so was i. However, feeling pretty proud of myself i decided to 'reward' myself for all my 'hard' work. Well waking up at 7.30 IS HARD WORK ALRIGHT. Besides the chef was supposed to be some up and coming dude with a Michelin star within a year plus one of the only English chefs to have completed a term at El Bulli. Apparently his speciality is deconstructing food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD IDEA.&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing i remember about the meal was the starters and the desserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bread : It was warm and with the salted butter...It melted in my mouth. Yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starters : Awesome pumpkin soup with duck topped with truffle oil and brioche with cep spread. Brioche was a bit tasteless but the pumpkin soup was lovely. Silky, tastes of sweet pumpkin and the duck was braised just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we waited....&lt;br /&gt;and waited....&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2d startes : Beetroot with pine nuts some sweet fruit and feta cheese? Just a terrible combination. Beetroot sadwiched the cheese. Way too strong and i don't like cheese that tastes like armpit. There were three of those sandwiches. A and i only ate one. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we waited&lt;br /&gt;and waited.&lt;br /&gt;and waited&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Starters : BLT!! Some lettuce sauce with tomato, with fried onions andn bacon. Lovely. Served in a martini cup. Traditional deconstructed food. Pretty good!! tastes exactly like BLT in a martini cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A's starters was much better. Poached egg with risotto and quail. Personally i love quail so it can't really be screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we waited&lt;br /&gt;and waited &lt;br /&gt;and waited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time we were waiting for an hour half a half.&lt;br /&gt;After an hour and a half we only had THREE DISHES.&lt;br /&gt;Fish : Scallops with red mullet with boullabaise sauce. Scallops over cooked and a bit tough and the mullet was over salted and fishy. Anyways i was appalled. The white wine the sommelier suggested to go with the fish was terrible. I mean it taste fine by itself. Very strong flavours but with the fish, it had a horrible aftertaste of tinfoil. Metallic..terrible. If only i could remember what that wine was called. Oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mains : OH the tour-de-force. Brace yourselves..I had pigeon with chocolate sauce parsley and some garlic foam thing. Chocolate sauce had an initial plummy taste with choco aftertaste. It just didn't work well with parsley. Parsley was way too strong a herb. Flavours wayy over my head. I guess my palate just isn't that sophisticated. Ok i'm joking, when something tastes nice it tastes nice. Rule of thumb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best mains was A's side of shepard's pie. The potatoes were silky and the lamb tasted just right. No peas or anything in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert : Probably the highlight of the night. We had chocolate ganache, panna cotta with olive dressing and some frozen fruity thing. Balance of flavours just awesome. Panna cotta was citrusy with that tang and just salty from the black olive infusion. &lt;br /&gt;Chocolate ganache was perfectly balanced out with the sea salt, pistachio and the ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petit fours : It was splendid. I forgot what it was but i recall chocolate, pineapple lollipop with meringue. Inside the meringue was vanilla ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;There was also turkish delight and praline dark chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the service was alright but it could have been better. I felt the staff didn't know their stuff and the sommelier..totally ruined my already terrible fish!! =(&lt;br /&gt;Usually wine cheers me up =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-3404310070853835811?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/3404310070853835811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=3404310070853835811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/3404310070853835811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/3404310070853835811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-had-absolute-strangest-meal-today-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-7032398144403724046</id><published>2009-03-21T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:03:59.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouuu, well I've been busy doing my two dissertations. One of which i haven't even started yet. I suppose panic will set in soon. But not before this. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there are a few things i want to blog about today. Mostly the restaurants i've been to and what i've been doing. MY SOCIAL LIFE HAS BECOME PRACTICALLY NON-EXISTENT. Ahhh! can't wait till easter and i get to study even more yay! but no more dissertations =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASo for the past few weeks, i've been to Ikeda, Muranos, Sake No Hana, Fifteen , Marcus Wareing and Makan among others. I think there are a few more but i just can't remember. But today will be dedicated to Fifteen and Marcus. The former is an absolute travesty of a 'fine dining' restaurant whilst the other was totally and utterly magnificent. Omg, i can still taste the foie gras in my mouth. Perfectly cooked foi gras that tastes like the siew yoke fat melting in your mouth. Omg omg heavenly..&lt;br /&gt;Ooops, got a little bit carried away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen = the first time A said we were going my face kinda feel. Honestly,nothing impresses me more than food cooked my a bunch of supposedly improvished youths. Anyone can cook right? WRONG. seriously WRONG. To start of with, the table they gave us, i ended up sitting in front of a five foot wide pig face painted on the wall. And for the next three hours...THREE HOURS I SWEAR the pig was staring at me! But anyways, horrible distracting decor coupled with graffiti paint. Plus the wine choices were mediocre to say the least. The first thing i look for in the restaurant is the wine list. The prices and choices give the place away. Anyways, the wine i choose, the Katnook Cab Sauv was so not worth to price I paid. Suffice to say the wines there were pretty unreasonable. Oh i haven't got to the food yet. The highlight of the my night!! The best part were the appetisers : The salami. Yea alright, i suppose it's impossible to screw up salami. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then can the starters which were pretty strange. I've never tasted so many different flavours on a scallop before. One thing those chefs in Fifteen like to do is to overpower the food with herbs. I have no idea why but my lamb so so horrible i just stared at the gooey green excuse of sauce. I think it was supposed to be some minty parsley sauce thing? Anyawys, i was pretty disgusted after the first bite, whined a bit and in the end got it exchanged to the scallops for mains. The scallops were perfectly cooked, but i couldn't say the same for the garnishes. THE VEGETABLES WERE BLACK. This is how the conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I think my vegetables are black'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh it's just cos it's caramelised. Those are caramelised vegetable'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which i was pretty shocked.  Yea i know, IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEB CARAMELISED AND BURNT VEGETABLES. Which is why people get it wrong all the time. It is an art to caramelise vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;By then, the fight had gone out in me. I could see from this place, my complaints would be compensated by more lacklustre food. &lt;br /&gt;So we just got dessert : Chocolate mousse which texture and taste was more like chocolate brownies. Heavy and dreary. But then i guess there's nothing much i could expect. Everytime i turned around the head chef was doing everything but checking the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least we saw the creator himself Jamie O dining there. But then again, the food is so not worth 60 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Marcus was absolutely delightful. From the appetisers, the foie gras with this really amazing crunchy mini biscuit/baguette cross  thing. It came with two sauces, some cavier/sundried tomato sauce with this unidentified spice which made me think of curry. Sounds weird but i was sooo good. I ate it all. &lt;br /&gt;The sommelier was really friendly. Since we took the tasting menu, i couldn't decide on which wine to go with all the dishes. So we asked him and he said he would pair each dish with a wine.&lt;br /&gt;Anywways, will try to remember which dish went with which wine. It was an 8 course meal so here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre starters :&lt;br /&gt;Some mushroom soup served in a shot glass with truffle oil : Awesome awesome awesome. A bit too salty and the chef's advice to 'drink it like an expresso' which had me sipping cos THAT'S HOW PEOPLE DRINK EXPRESSO RIGHT? but nooo stupid A drank it all in one go. I tried it and my throat got SCALDED. Maybe it was cos i was sick. Anyways, all in all, amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Starters : &lt;br /&gt;Foie gras with rhubarbs and lamb reduction. Alright it sounds more interesting than it actually is. It was exquisite. Salty, melt in your mouth goodness. When eaten with the rhubarb, the sweetness of it totally brought out the flavour. &lt;br /&gt;It was paired with this italian sweet wine which whilst i could see the rationale, i wasn't too crazy about. Too strong and too sweet for my likes. But then i am pretty fond of salty stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scallops with cucumber and caviar : It was an alright dish. The cucmbers gave it a bit of a fresh taste. Not one of my favourite dishes of the night.&lt;br /&gt;It was paired with a Chardonnay from Yarra Valley. It was an awesome pairing, after eating the scallops, the slight fizz from sipping the wine gives it a bang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roasted quail : I'm not too sure about the garnishes, but it was without doubt one of my favourite dishes of the night! The quail was perfectly cooked and succulent. After eating it i could taste the blood in my mouth. In a good way of course. &lt;br /&gt;It was paired with a red from if i'm not wrong a french bordeaux. I've never been good with french wines but still an pretty good combination. Tho personally i would have preferred a stronger wine. More full bodied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkfish with truffles : This was one of the specialities. By then i was getting really really full. The thing with truffles is, if you feel really full the smell of it makes one feel nauseous. But i soldiered on!Not really into monkfish. The meat is too tough but the garnishes was fantastic. But then the secret to cooking a good monkfish is the sauce and the garnished. Monkfish has an interesting texture to it tho.&lt;br /&gt;It was paired with a Riesling from Austria : Delcately sweet and just the right kind of fruity. I think for this dish the wine impressed me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mains : FINALLY RIGHT????!! Honestly i felt so bloated by then it was all i could take from crying when the dish arrived. It was venision. Pretty well cooked i would say but i could barely finish. I think i ate two slices and gave the rest to A. I think A's lamb was perfectly cooked. Tasted like siew yoke actually. Melt in your mouth grilled goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeses : We got to taste a few cheeses with figs. I love it when they push their trolley around full of all that cheesy goodness. Yummy yummy!! We took a few strong cheeses so it was pretty good. Usually i'm a camembert woman mnyself, but those strong cheese made me rethink for a bit. I don't really remember the names of the cheese cos it was all in FRENCH SPOKEN IN A FRENCH ACCENT. =.= i so want to know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-dessert (omg amazing right. I have no idea how i was still alive . Thank god i wore a dress) : Well there was vanilla ice cream with sorbet. Fantastic palatte cleanser. Sour and sweet with a slight fizz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert : Choco moleoux with  vanilla ice cream and whipped cream. It was ok. I would say perfectly made? But then i am not a dessert person. The one thing i look for is that it is not too sweet and you can just taste how chocolate is supposed to taste like. So it wasn't too sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then we told them it was A's birthday and they got us peanut butter parfait with caramel on top and a birthday candle too. Personally I love peanut butter so it think i prefered that to my original dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aperitif and chocolates : FINALLY DONE!! They pushed this aperitif cart with cognac andn whisky etc. Lovely choices but mostly from France and Scotland. And they had an amazing chocolate cart. Imagine bowls and bowls of choclate hung on a coat hanger-ish looking thing. I think the waiters saw we were pretty much struggling by then.(Well i think they realised at the monkfish when i only finished half of it) But we gamely tried some chocos. They were ok but a bit too sweet. I thought it was cos my taste buds were dying on me. SO anways, they very kindly offered to pack some chocos for us. We got two bags. YUMMY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an amazing place. The service was excellent and the food simply..alright too many superlatives. Something I wouldn't do every week. Too much rich food. However, i do understand why the nobles in Victorian times were fat. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definately a place i would go again. But then one has to book a month in advance o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention the wine list was a hundred pages long?? Oh and to top it all off, we saw one of the ex-James Bond (the one before the blond one) my dream guy Pierce Brosnan sitting by the bar havin drinks. AHHHH i got pretty starstruck. HELLO MY DREAM GUY!! Tall dark and handsome. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point was, the contrast between how people define 'fine dining'. The utopia of fine dining and the hell of 'fine dining'. Good god how it is in the same category defies explanation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the other thing i want to blog about is B Button. ISn't it an awesome show!! I don't think i've cried that much in a long time. It comes pretty close in the top three of shows i've cried the most for. That, windstruck and that andy lau show where he grows old and dies. Oh well..time to do worksies!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-7032398144403724046?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/7032398144403724046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=7032398144403724046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/7032398144403724046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/7032398144403724046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2009/03/ouuu-well-ive-been-busy-doing-my-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-2858237150109496285</id><published>2009-03-05T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:40:29.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i did my first presentation in 4 years. I was a total and utter disaster. My thoughts were disorganised, messy and made no sense. I mumbled throughout my whole presentation. With 15 people staring at you and you have NO IDEA what to say, totally crushing. I suppose it is an incentive to improve. NEVER AGAIN WILL I SOUND SO STUPID. According to BFF1 i sounded like a lost confused girl. Oh well, once you're down the only way to go is up! =) Plues BFF1 and the other one was sooo sweet. Granted i conned her to come she actually ended up helping me prep for my presentation like 3 hours before(I told her i bought her lunchies). Our conversations sounded like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (with my big innocent eyes) : Are you mad?&lt;br /&gt;Her: 99% of people will LOOK at me and think i am mad...BUT NO I AM NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOu know it's bad when a science major ends up structuring your whole presentation. Anyways the other one was came later on to cheer me on with cupcakes and a cute chocolate duck. Now my lil pirate m&amp;ms has a lil ducky buddy. Well till i eat it. =) yummy yummy ducky!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one ended up staring at BFF1 sulking. Apparently BFF1 looked really mad. Oh i found out later another hour with me and she was going to start yelling. Ok i was that horrible =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some self-reflection and some movie time with L everything was alright again.&lt;br /&gt;At least it made me slightly happier/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-2858237150109496285?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/2858237150109496285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=2858237150109496285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/2858237150109496285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/2858237150109496285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-i-did-my-first-presentation-in-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-1082655395462024718</id><published>2009-03-01T03:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T03:35:58.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally a new post! mwahaha joy joy joy!!&lt;br /&gt;i do realise i've been sorely neglecting this blog plus i think my writing skills have deteriorated to the point i lack the confidence to write a coherent sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic, the other day BFF and I came to a surprising conclusion. Turns out that all our bickering and our general 'friendly' disagreements about almost everything in general came down to one simple fact. We look for characteristics our mothers have when if comes to best friends. Yea i know, i suppose it's better getting nagged at from your friend rather than your own mom. Maybe it's an ego thing. Or maybe it's the fact we strive familiarity. Or maybe i just love getting yelled at.&lt;br /&gt;Point in fact, BFF1 loves organising. Actually, ALL my BFFs love organising, being emo retarded, and are pretty punctual. A perfect foil for my innate messiness and general day dreaming. Usually BFFs either end up yelling at me or end up cleaning my messes. Once, after BFF1 got so fed up, she ended up cleaning my room and my wardrobe.  &lt;br /&gt;Which is exactly what mother would do minus the yelling. Truth be told, i think on a subconscious level, we do look for a little of our moms in other people. &lt;br /&gt;Why why why??Is it because of our innate need always look for the familiar?&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't figured that out yet.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose i do love being taken care of. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus i finally watched that "vampire love story with a human" movie the other day. Not the best vampire show i've seen ever. Come to think of it, the only think i remember was the flying around the woods. Well imbibed with wine i was. every 10 miniutes A and i were asking each other, 'Is he depressed...AGAIN?'&lt;br /&gt;i suppose anti depressents don't work on vampires.  Interview with the vampire still KICKS ASS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-1082655395462024718?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/1082655395462024718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=1082655395462024718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/1082655395462024718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/1082655395462024718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-new-post-mwahaha-joy-joy-joy-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-8666373600847804936</id><published>2008-05-07T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T01:02:27.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's SUMMER!!! okie well not officially, but the flies are buzzing around , the sky's blue and there's this light breeze which ever so gently brushes my skin. So not a good idea to study next to the window cos every 5 minutes i stare out LONGINGLY...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I've got my whole list of summer clothes which i want to buy...but damn i'm stuck indoors.&lt;br /&gt;Another 6 more days to go..and i can't wait. Such an unfamiliar feeling. Instead of panic, i feel zen. So zen i think it's my new way of freaking out. Shoving everything into the subconscious. &lt;br /&gt;But then again, i've never had the luxury of doing practice essays and timing myself. Most of the time it's me struggling to cram every single thing into my tiny little brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just a little note out to this dude who's finally decided i (well and a few other friends) don't belong in his life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna miss the 10 missed calls and the random calls I get in the morning telling you're on your way to my house UNINVITED.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i'm an ungrateful friend just because i don't answer your calls or appreciate YOU the way you should be appreciated. Obviously the fact that i've spent freaking hours listening to your pseudo problems and those 'oh life is so cruel' rhetorics is is of NO relavance. And this is why kiddies, when people start whining to you about their sad lives just tell them to GROW UP. People like this never learn no matter what you tell them since they're just too happy being miserable. &lt;br /&gt;Something he said that really insulted me was that I'M TOO CHILL. &lt;br /&gt;It went along the lines of&lt;br /&gt;'Hey you know what your problem is, you're too chill'&lt;br /&gt;me : (obviously perplexed) What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;'You just don't care about anything. It's just so irritating.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppffffft...so insulting!! I do care about stuff. It's just that I HAVE PRIORITIES.You just can't screw up your life WORRYING ABOUT EVERY SINGLE LITTLE DETAIL. Besides, the only reason why I'm cool with anything is not that i DON'T CARE. it's not important whether I go for dinner at any random restaurants because the food in London is edible at best NOR is it important what crap the other guy told you since he's a dumbass anyway NOR does it matter if you whine about how friends just don't care about you since you're too busy looking into your own little crystal ball of how friends should ACT instead of realizing how you simly can't predict ANYTHING. &lt;br /&gt;People are not automonous beings. You don't do things for them and expect an appropriate response. THERE is NONE. Someone should tell him be happy just because they're happy. &lt;br /&gt;Oh wait i did tell him that. And he told me, but sometimes i do things for them, and i never get anything back. &lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD. Friendship is not a barter system. You just do it because they're your friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just don't get why you can't see that for yourself. What irks me is that we've told you so many times..and yet.. &lt;br /&gt;It's just so immature refusing to even acknowledge us, or telling mutual friends that  you won't go for dinner just cos we're there or go on holiday with us for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. It's all chill now. I'm just glad i don't have to put up with this crap anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could tell you all this, but i don't care anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-8666373600847804936?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/8666373600847804936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=8666373600847804936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/8666373600847804936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/8666373600847804936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-summer-okie-well-not-officially-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-1137484842168690206</id><published>2008-04-28T03:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T03:44:21.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i'm having pre exam blues. I'm sitting here on my floor with books, papers and study guides surrounding me but i just don't have urge to pick it up and look through it. Granted that exams are in two weeks and i am really pretty screwed right now. &lt;br /&gt;But in the end is it all worth it? I get to work at some faceless multinational corporation, work my ass of till 12 am everyday, get a fantastic promotion by the time i'm 40, ignore all my friends and in the end buy pretty expensive things to make me feel happy and accomplished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, first i have to get through studying some lame ass module which incidently is probably going to be the most relevant subject in real life. &lt;br /&gt;But i finally figured out why i hate it so much. With it's rules and preocdures, the constant flipping through the statute book. It's like a personification of my life. It's all about following orders, listening to what everyone wants from you, expects from you. And along the way what they want becomes what you want. And before you  know it, you're screwed.&lt;br /&gt;You end up applying for internships you really don't want but need. Oh it's great dinner conversation too, ' oh my kid's working in this bla bla firm. WOW' &lt;br /&gt;You end up saying 'yes, sure  okie' to everything you don't mind doing, but doesn't make you feel complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish i was stronger than this. But then i do like pretty things too much. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i'm so emo right now. Must be the exam stress building up. &lt;br /&gt;It's the first time ever that i've been so prepared for something. Usually it's me freaking out the day before and trying deperately ,futilely to cram things in last minute. It usually works. But since that tactic failed last year, i tried working hard this year. And it's freaking me out. &lt;br /&gt;Sighs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-1137484842168690206?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/1137484842168690206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=1137484842168690206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/1137484842168690206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/1137484842168690206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-im-having-pre-exam-blues.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-6825228262274754491</id><published>2008-02-16T10:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T11:03:00.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just watched that new daniel day lewis show. The one that's tipped to win big time in the oscars. It's a really good show, but the music score annoyed me big time. Lots of screechy violin and some weird intrument i couldn't make out. The ending's a bit depressing too. I guess it suits the current mood everyone's in london at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;I wonder,it's so easy to take someone for granted. And do sweet words really make it all better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-6825228262274754491?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/6825228262274754491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=6825228262274754491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/6825228262274754491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/6825228262274754491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-watched-that-new-daniel-day-lewis.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-8927283188333428255</id><published>2008-02-13T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T19:53:45.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes you just don't get what you want. It gets me really bad when i wake up in the morning and i know, just know that today is so not going to be a fantastic day. Te vibes I get are pretty much so-so today. It's not turning out as i planned but i know it'll be pretty fun. But obviously it'd be better if my plans did work out. &lt;br /&gt;The thing is, i don't know why i've been acting like this lately. How strange it feels to want to be with a person all the time and then out of the blue you get these thoughts. I wonder what he's doing tonight, I wonder where he'll like to have dinner. &lt;br /&gt;This is really quite worrying.Am I becoming soft?&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I'll be going to Sweden in 24 hours! I can't wait to go shopping. I'm planning on not bringing anything there,and buying everything else. I don't know much about Sweden except it's COLD.COLD.COLD. Great, did i mention i love the cold. But it'll be fine. Alan says there's a shopping centre over there. So if it gets too cold..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-8927283188333428255?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/8927283188333428255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=8927283188333428255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/8927283188333428255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/8927283188333428255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2008/02/sometimes-you-just-dont-get-what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-3186060854516698410</id><published>2007-05-15T05:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T08:00:13.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never thought i could screw up so badly. Smart me...only studied for like three freaking topics out of 8. Of course i knew what was coming out, but i was praying that those questions would be pretty decent. But nooooo...didn't help matters that my exams this week were held in some church.I was hoping for some divine intervention..but alas!!! it was Right beside Westminster Abbey and New Scotland Yard and Whitehall..If i wasn't a freaked out sleep deprived coffe addicted student, i 'd be in tourist heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God this faerie fluff subject is over. Of course, unless i fail it...AUGH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-3186060854516698410?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/3186060854516698410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=3186060854516698410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/3186060854516698410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/3186060854516698410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-never-thought-i-could-screw-up-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-3555604693720042040</id><published>2007-05-11T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T08:03:57.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just think, you're born with a limitless amount of patience but it gets eroded by stupid people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-3555604693720042040?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/3555604693720042040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=3555604693720042040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/3555604693720042040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/3555604693720042040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-think-youre-born-with-limitless.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-7908322409830930445</id><published>2007-05-06T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T20:24:37.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oouuuuuu exams in three days. Am so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, to be be more specific. So I woke up this morning,with a really really bad headache, backache and this sickening feeling in my tummy, the I-really-need-to-throw-up feeling. *shudder* I was literally dying. All CJ's fault. bah, shouldn't have went to his room...but then since i am leaving soon, wanted to say goodbye.Anyways, going to his room always means drinking and watching really camp movies...&lt;br /&gt;So after lying down until my head pounded too much, i SOMEHOW got the will power to get out of bed a take a bath. Which i did, but then i decided to throw up, get all the alcohol out of my system...bah...i seem to be throwing up a lot these months. &lt;br /&gt;NOOOO i am freaking not bulimic, it's just i do stupid stuff like over eat. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go to the library today to do some with BUT unfortunately in the state i was in, there was NO way i could go to the toilet let alone sit in a bus and to go to Maughan. Thankfully dear cookie came over to take care of me. mwahahaha of course i didn't tell him the real reason i got sick tho. Bah he'd like nag me to death. So far most people think i'm sick cos of exam stress xD so we ended up doing lame stuff like watching Fantastic Four just to see how HOT Jessica Alba is. So not my idea... Well sick girls can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which i then took a nap..and then...i woke up to Andre Gagnon's playing Indiam Summer on the piano; and for a second, just a whimsical second i felt happy. Don't you love those days when you wake up and the coulds are hanging overhead, and you feel this cool breeze brushing your skin; not cold enough to make you shiver. But it's just right for you to snuggle in the comforter and feel oh so very comfortable.the solitary notes of the piano...mmmmmmm so peaceful...plus the both of them (cookie with elaine's suggestion, decided to make me coffee) bwahahhahaa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why say you're leaving and yet leave everything you care about behind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-7908322409830930445?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/7908322409830930445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=7908322409830930445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/7908322409830930445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/7908322409830930445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2007/05/oouuuuuu-exams-in-three-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-8151457913479813944</id><published>2007-04-06T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T20:36:51.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's 17 degrees out and so wonderfully bright. And i stuck at freaking home. Cursed my sprained ankle! Seriously man, who knew, after spraining your ankle you aren't supposed to go out and shop? &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's tourist season in London. Which basically means the streets of london are clogged with people, people ,people. It's getting ridiculous.Two days ago, there was a three hour queue TO PAY at some shop.Granted that goods there are dirt cheap. But still....&lt;br /&gt;Hence it will be staying in and the library for me T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-8151457913479813944?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/8151457913479813944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=8151457913479813944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/8151457913479813944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/8151457913479813944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-17-degrees-out-and-so-wonderfully.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-1212993081388757240</id><published>2007-03-31T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T04:41:18.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This hols is like super uber relaxing..bah and i'm supposed to be studying. When i get back,,i SWEAR i will be in the library 24/7.Anyways i'm pretty happy, some darling people have been teaching me how cook!! huhu so far i can kinda make kaya and strawberry cheese cake!! and one of my all time favourite vegetable, lettuce with oyster sauce!! &lt;br /&gt;6 weird things sbout me :&lt;br /&gt;1. Every once a year i get this sudden maternal urge to bake/cook. Huhu..this brings great joy to my family and friends who are kinda *ahem* coerced/willing to try my wholesome cooking. nyek&lt;br /&gt;2. I like watching gory shows. Apocaltyo, battle royal, all those crappy western slashers.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have to have my little stuffed doggie where ever i gooo&lt;br /&gt;4. I prefer to shower in semi darkness. Let me close my eyes and think..^_^&lt;br /&gt;5. When visiting foreign countries i love just wondering around and doing nothing.Just soaking in the atmosphere..&lt;br /&gt;6. I like being around people. I like it best when they're around and no one talks but it's just a wonderful comfortable silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-1212993081388757240?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/1212993081388757240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=1212993081388757240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/1212993081388757240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/1212993081388757240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-hols-is-like-super-uber-relaxing.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-1447827109104104929</id><published>2007-03-15T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:59:41.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my god i am so happy on the freaking verge of crying. Am finally done with my coursewoerk!! well almost done, all i need now is to pu footnotes and all that rubbish..but then..THE END IS FINALLY IN SIGHT.`WAKAKAKAKAKA My first ever freaking all nighter. And never again do i want to be freaking awake when the sun's rising.&lt;br /&gt;So thankful elaine offered to stay the night to accompany me to do work. *i honestly think i would have gone mad and started crying half way through the night* It does always help to have some kind of moral support...Haha so mostly watched Chinese music videos after every hour or so to chill.mwahahhaa i honestly recommend this song, called ione night in beijing!! it's so unique and fantastically awesome. It's either a love it or hate it song. According to elaine *not that i can undestand the song larrr* everytime the guy sings falsetto, he's actually singing traditional chinese opera lyrics and when his voice gets back to normal, it's normal lyrics...think of it as a half Shakespearean sonnet interspersed with lyrics from say....backstreet boys. Obviously backstreet boys is like a poor comparision, but i am sleep deprived...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, time to  finish my footnotes..toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-1447827109104104929?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/1447827109104104929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=1447827109104104929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/1447827109104104929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/1447827109104104929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-my-god-i-am-so-happy-on-freaking.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-8653014013985791907</id><published>2007-03-13T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:11:39.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the other day i got a formal invitation to try this 1 week diet programme courtesy of Kookie and Sylvana. But i've got to make ONE thing clear, I am not going on no freaking diet to get thin (tho that would be nice). Kookie told me that the diet would be nice and tasty..^_^ Obviously i can't refuse NICE AND TASTY food.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways after class we went to King's College Hall, which incidently is at some ulufied place to cook. Went down to Sainsburys to do some grocery shopping. Damn near cried when I SAW the ingridients; onions, celery, green peppers, tomato puree and chicken stock. NO FREAKING MEAT at all okie.&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, we decided to make the vegetable soup AFTER some real dinner, with creme caramel to boot. ehehehehe...A girl needs to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RfapbO_blYI/AAAAAAAAADo/X0BVEagJVDM/s1600-h/Us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RfapbO_blYI/AAAAAAAAADo/X0BVEagJVDM/s400/Us.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041403118233556354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calm before the storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/Rfap0e_blZI/AAAAAAAAADw/aAjLip-wdLM/s1600-h/kookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/Rfap0e_blZI/AAAAAAAAADw/aAjLip-wdLM/s400/kookie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041403552025253266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kookie and his onions...^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RfaqCe_blaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wrrRIYuyido/s1600-h/Cooking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RfaqCe_blaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wrrRIYuyido/s400/Cooking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041403792543421858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, we had to chop everything up before chucking it into the pan. &lt;br /&gt;Something i find quite worrying, my potential housemates to be,*if i ever end up moving out* is Elaine was Sylvana. I mean they're fantastic and all. We get on really well and i lurve them to bits but there's this tiny problem. Neither of us can cook.&lt;br /&gt;My last attempt at cooking was some pitiful laksa crap which was so bad it looked like shyt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end it was Kookie doing most of the work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RfarO-_blbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/WkaYSxE_E9U/s1600-h/Cookie+coooking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RfarO-_blbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/WkaYSxE_E9U/s400/Cookie+coooking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041405106803414450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love domesticated guys? Let's me get on with my thing happily munching on my little oranges !! mmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While kookie was cooking, what else could we do but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/Rfar_e_blcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/E7910BUH16M/s1600-h/Cam+whore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/Rfar_e_blcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/E7910BUH16M/s400/Cam+whore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041405940027069890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RfasOe_bldI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XjZRZIhrOmo/s1600-h/laugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RfasOe_bldI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XjZRZIhrOmo/s400/laugh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041406197725107666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cam whore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suprisingly, the vegetable soup was really really tasty. I mean if one were to eat it for a week, it's possible to lose some weight. Of course eat some chicken and beef. Plus drink water or barley water or black coffee and tea. &lt;br /&gt;Absolutely NO: &lt;br /&gt;food with sugar etc, fried food, coffee with sugar ( i damn near cried when i realised i couldn't have my STARBUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;But it's a pretty decent HEALTHY diet without starving yourself a relatively easy to make once you get past the chopping part.&lt;br /&gt;The recipe:&lt;br /&gt;3 sweet onions&lt;br /&gt;half a bunch of celery&lt;br /&gt;half a head of cabbage ( cut it into strips)&lt;br /&gt;half a green pepper &lt;br /&gt;2 cubes of chicken stock.&lt;br /&gt;1 can of tomato puree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just chuck it all in.That makes enough for two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that met Kookie and I met up with the rest for a pint or two (urgh sounds so british!!!) at the Hogs Head cos of the half priced drinks every monday night.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it's really great for pre drinks before going clubbing. But obviously there's a limit to drinking. Especially most malaysian who feel that they need to get really tipsy or drunk before heading out to the dance floor. but that's another story..^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/Rfauje_blfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IZ238qIrWUY/s1600-h/irish+elaine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/Rfauje_blfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IZ238qIrWUY/s400/irish+elaine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041408757525616114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RfaugO_bleI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BFx99rysobs/s1600-h/tongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RfaugO_bleI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BFx99rysobs/s400/tongue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041408701691041250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irish elaine and natalie @ hogs head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-8653014013985791907?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/8653014013985791907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=8653014013985791907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/8653014013985791907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/8653014013985791907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-other-day-i-got-formal-invitation-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RfapbO_blYI/AAAAAAAAADo/X0BVEagJVDM/s72-c/Us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-7981294121535806407</id><published>2007-03-07T05:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T05:44:39.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spring is here!!!&lt;br /&gt;*grins stupidly*&lt;br /&gt;I see flowers blooming!! No more total darkness by 5 pm, no more single digit temperatures...mwahahahah...now i can wear my beach shorts again. Well it's still NOT that WARM yet but still, it promises of better things to come. &lt;br /&gt;A new beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-7981294121535806407?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/7981294121535806407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=7981294121535806407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/7981294121535806407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/7981294121535806407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-is-here-grins-stupidly-i-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-280452766314523017</id><published>2007-02-25T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T02:48:12.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My day today involved dodging stupid bullets, running around in mud with a huge ass heavy gun, and an ambulance in waterloo station.And it's not even dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;So it all started when i decided to go paintballing. so i had to wake up like so freaking early to get to some really rural area where all you can see are horses and cows and smell cow dung. of course did i mention the fresh air?&lt;br /&gt;so as expected, woke up just in time, rushed of to waterloo station to meet regina and jonny. due to circumstances unforeseen, we went on a mad rush around waterloo station to get food. somehow ended up at boots *a pharmacy cum food shop* which we had to run from one end of the station the other. we had a train to catch in like 2 minutes.and waterloo station isn't that small. Anyways, at boots, reggie was suddenly short of breath, couldn't see, etc etc which culminated in her collapsing inside boots. I wasn't freaking out since she looked fine other than those said symptons.Besides, it was one of those after running-all-the-blood-in-your-legs-and-hence-your-head-has-no-blood-circulation-moments.&lt;br /&gt;But being British, they called this huge ass ambulance which magically appeared out of nowhere right outside boots, in the train station!!!they even brought another ambulance cos they wanted reggie to lie down...i got pretty excited about the prospect of rinding in an ambulance.But reggie refused to go, and insisted on going paintballing. Oh well, had to like manaja the girl that just fainted...^_^&lt;br /&gt;so we went, an hour and a half after everyone left for effingham junction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally reached the paintballing area after a half an hour walk from the train station. Passed by farms, cows, sheep and forests. We had to walk along this really muddy path to reach the paintballing area. Course the only phrase in my ming at THAT moment was 'oh shyt'. I harboured hopes that my pretty white sport shoes would be pretty and white after paintballing. However judging by  the amount of mud i was traversing just to get to the paintballing area those were just...harboured hopes. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we got out gear and waited for the rest to get back from theier game. &lt;br /&gt;That paintball place is really awesome. There were so many terrains. But we only playes three terrains. The Viet Kong village (consisted of some huts), Fort Bravo ( a fort with both teams on either side.The objective? to get to the top of the fort to throw a bomb to the other side) and Total Annilihation (a bunch of barrels shaped into pyramids in a freaking small arena). &lt;br /&gt;Being total newbies while everyone else had played a game or two, we were naturally a bit aprehensive. Especially since the first terrain was total annihilation. So being newbies, at the shout of go..i was like...stunned. Suddenly balls of paints at a speed of 220 miles per hour went whizzing by. We couldn't crouch since we were ankle deep in mud.Okay maybe i could, but no way in hell was i gonna do it. I have hygeine issues. So the whole time my mind was like.."my shoes! whizzing bullets! hide!" over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, incredibly happy i survived that terrain without getting shot! &lt;br /&gt;Getting shot is really painful. Especially when the ball doesn't explode at impact. &lt;br /&gt;I wasn't so lucky at the Vietcong village and Fort Bravo (my gunned jammed, so i was a sitting duck.)&lt;br /&gt;Plus, i now have a new found respect for soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;all in all, i'd put paintballing as something i'd do once to experience it. Something like banana-freaking boat. i didnt' really enjoy the it. maybe cos i was running around like a chicken without a head most of the time. either that or cowering behind some building. did i mention the mud? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, the really awesome thing were the paint grenades, smoke grenades and flashbangs!!!&lt;br /&gt;just like a paint grenade and throw it to the opposing team... nyek....damn farnie....&lt;br /&gt;right time for my mini cook off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-280452766314523017?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/280452766314523017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=280452766314523017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/280452766314523017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/280452766314523017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-day-today-involved-dodging-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-5183201256062380156</id><published>2007-01-31T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:11:39.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So finally enough time to blog!! Urgh...unintentionally. Unfortunately, set my alarm *unknowingly* an freaking hour earlier.Since classes start at 12, i THOUGHT i set my alarm at 10.30. Just enough time to take a bath, a hurried cup of coffee and rush of to school. After my bath, I rushed to chill in front of my computer hopefully squeeze an episode of Sex and the City and enjoy the London sun. Course that was before I looked at the time.It was only 10.10!!!it was... Very depressing. Me who never wakes up unless absolutely necessary. Me who NEVER gets out of bed until the sun's almost setting.*well i learn from the best.nyek* Damn merajuk man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a quick update of what i've been doing lately. Time's passing so fast now. Haven't really had the time to update. I've found my new found joy of cooking again! As usual, my maternal instincts have kicked in once again. Someehow managed to convince my friends to have a cook off ie where everyone gets together and makes a dish. Sort of like pot luck. I volunteered to do the vegetables. &lt;br /&gt;Nyek so it went pretty good. After like 5 attempts, finally managed to make decent kang kung belacan!!! &lt;br /&gt;okie....with some help from Kevin and Regina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RcB7QTBU-UI/AAAAAAAAADM/4tUvXEvY9cM/s1600-h/KAngkung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RcB7QTBU-UI/AAAAAAAAADM/4tUvXEvY9cM/s400/KAngkung.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026152704059439426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome fun, cracking open a bottle of wine with pretty decent home cooked food around. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was the Linklaters bowling event. I went cos it was quite unusual for a legal firm to have meet potential interns through bowling. Most of the time these meet ups happen in their offices. And free bowling!!!woohoo!! The trainee solicitors at Linklaters were pretty nice. But bowling's a great team sport to break the ice tho.&lt;br /&gt;Okies, time for public law..toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-5183201256062380156?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/5183201256062380156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=5183201256062380156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/5183201256062380156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/5183201256062380156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-finally-enough-time-to-blog-urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RcB7QTBU-UI/AAAAAAAAADM/4tUvXEvY9cM/s72-c/KAngkung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-3477660536252878991</id><published>2007-01-25T05:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:11:41.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To someone who i can't possibly imagine being without for the past two years,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RbfMHDBU-RI/AAAAAAAAACU/T0P7HfwnW4U/s1600-h/GrandCentral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RbfMHDBU-RI/AAAAAAAAACU/T0P7HfwnW4U/s400/GrandCentral.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023708330797103378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RbfL_jBU-QI/AAAAAAAAACM/3qlWtNruqPI/s1600-h/MeDarling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RbfL_jBU-QI/AAAAAAAAACM/3qlWtNruqPI/s400/MeDarling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023708201948084482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RbfLojBU-PI/AAAAAAAAACE/4pXw4b0G794/s1600-h/Lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RbfLojBU-PI/AAAAAAAAACE/4pXw4b0G794/s400/Lights.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023707806811093234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RbfLWTBU-OI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BfvfKfuqMik/s1600-h/Kawaii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RbfLWTBU-OI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BfvfKfuqMik/s400/Kawaii.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023707493278480610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RbfK6TBU-MI/AAAAAAAAABs/JM39dzMCk4Q/s1600-h/AddieJeszeHuggles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RbfK6TBU-MI/AAAAAAAAABs/JM39dzMCk4Q/s400/AddieJeszeHuggles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023707012242143426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span size = "5"&gt; Happy  Birthday  Darling! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RbfMsjBU-SI/AAAAAAAAACc/13RyMNV4ubA/s1600-h/CIMG0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RbfMsjBU-SI/AAAAAAAAACc/13RyMNV4ubA/s400/CIMG0689.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023708975042197794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go crazy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's to the next two ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RbfOyzBU-TI/AAAAAAAAADA/OUcnFNnPxkE/s1600-h/ItsABridPlane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RbfOyzBU-TI/AAAAAAAAADA/OUcnFNnPxkE/s400/ItsABridPlane.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023711281439635762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-3477660536252878991?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/3477660536252878991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=3477660536252878991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/3477660536252878991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/3477660536252878991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-darling-go-crazy-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RbfMHDBU-RI/AAAAAAAAACU/T0P7HfwnW4U/s72-c/GrandCentral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-7249773599223772311</id><published>2007-01-15T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:11:41.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I’m back from Cambridge. Went up to Cambridge for the weekend for Andrew’s birthday dinner. I was such a tiring day. Woke up at 2 pm feeling very weird. My lower back was aching again. Which turned out to be period pains. Usually my pains are fine. Just take two panadols and lie down for a while. But this time, it happened again. Half way through my shower, I had a nauseous attack again. It was like my KLCC aquarium episode. I felt terribly dizzy and I remember rushing to the toilet bowl and staring at it for a while. Finally gathered enough strength to get up to which I proceeded to lie on my bed for the next two hours. At first, I didn’t have enough energy to get out of bed and get my cereal. I was that weak. In the end I had my cereal box beside me with me lying down and eating cereal. Damn.Sad.&lt;br /&gt;I think Andrew has the unenviable title of being my period bringer. Every single time I see him, I always seem to be having my period!! Super freaky. Finally managed to get on the train to Cambridge just in time for dinner at some Chinese restaurant courtesy of Uncle and Auntie. Being properly English-fied he even had the seating arrangements planned out. Ended up sitting next to him *naturally* and some guy taking Anglo Saxon Norse Celtic or Ansac. It’s a course exclusive to Cambridge teaching the three dead languages. Well, don’t suppose it’d be of any economic use, other than sifting to really old manuscripts deciphering old texts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had one of the coolest cakes ever too. A piano cake!! Considering he's allergic to chocolate and butter, it was a pretty good fake cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/Rarricw_mdI/AAAAAAAAABc/k-43W6laWO8/s1600-h/13012007201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020083711727606226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/Rarricw_mdI/AAAAAAAAABc/k-43W6laWO8/s400/13012007201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised, the candles spell his name!so it's true us humans have selective eyesight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later went for drinks back an Andrew’s place. Had some wine and great conversation. We chatted till 5 am about life, America and politics. I got very fascinated with this lamp he had at his place. It looks like a conical tube, but it’s really…damn….cool. All you have to do is wave your hand and across the tube opening and the lights would switch on!!! To make it dimmer or brighter on merely puts the hand over the tube and make up and down motions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RarrHcw_mcI/AAAAAAAAABU/fVx9cz33Bpc/s1600-h/14012007202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020083247871138242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RarrHcw_mcI/AAAAAAAAABU/fVx9cz33Bpc/s400/14012007202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was great, wokee up late...walked around Cambridge. Since it was a beautiful sunny day.Stopped by the Copper Kettle for a full english breakfast at 2pm. It was absolutely brilliant. The Copper Kettle is this little teahouse right opposite King's College Cambridge chapel. So you get a beautiful view and pretty decent bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-7249773599223772311?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/7249773599223772311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=7249773599223772311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/7249773599223772311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/7249773599223772311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-im-back-from-cambridge.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/Rarricw_mdI/AAAAAAAAABc/k-43W6laWO8/s72-c/13012007201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-2359542934072199844</id><published>2007-01-10T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T10:06:14.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It feels great when you manage to cram two months worth of work into one night. Till you realise you have to read about 80 pages for week ten.&lt;br /&gt;Well hopefully my hypothetical victim for criminal law is some homicide victim and not assault and battery.&lt;br /&gt;Die...die....&lt;br /&gt;ignore the pun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-2359542934072199844?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/2359542934072199844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=2359542934072199844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/2359542934072199844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/2359542934072199844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-feels-great-when-you-manage-to-cram.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-8991958607681881523</id><published>2007-01-08T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T02:06:52.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Sunday spent in the library.&lt;br /&gt;argh!!&lt;br /&gt;Exams.are.killer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-8991958607681881523?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/8991958607681881523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=8991958607681881523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/8991958607681881523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/8991958607681881523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-sunday-spent-in-library.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-6766162417243862694</id><published>2006-12-31T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:11:42.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;helllloooo peoples, i'm back from america!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;since i didn't bring my camera, *in which i had to totally depend on pics from jesze and her friends...humph...and some people wouldn't let me take pics of myself....* i'll just write till i had a camera..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so it all started when i woke up at 5 am to catch my 10 am flight. when it comes to travelling, one must always be prepared. Always have a spare set of clothes on your hand carry. Anyways, got there by seven am. And silly old me thinking it wouldn't be so crowded since it was EARLY. but it was insane...first the crowds...then the insane security measures at heathrow. It came to the point where they made me take of my boots twice, check my bags twice, once at the the check it, the next time at the gate boarding. I think the extra security measure for passengers flying from britain to the usa. Seriously two freaking hours lining up and them checking my bag. I thought i was going to miss my plane..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i finally got on the plane*America Airlines*.At first it was joy...i had the front seat. Lots of leg room..till i realised i couldn't pull my tv from the seat. Which basically meant that for the whole 7 1/2 hours i was tv-less*no mean feat since i've spent the past 4 months tv-less* but the worst part...i was in front of the huge travel screen, those screens which tell you how far you are till your journey, what the temperature is, etc etc etc..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pure torture, with nothing to do, only my criminal law nutshell to keep me company, watching the hours crawl by till i was with the closest person to home this side of the western hemisphere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn sad okie....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So finally touched down at jfk at 12.45pm, thinking is was in for another looong wait at the customs.but surprisingly, it was absolutely purrfect...no fuss, minimal amount of wait, the customs guy even asked me to have nice day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything was going great, i took the bus to grand central from jfk. A normal 1 hour trip only took 35 minutes which was really surprising since new york's always freaking jammed packed. but that day, it was as if new york was empty. even grand central had very few people....my train was just on time.i only had to wait for like...ten minutes. And i had a practically empty train for the ride to new haven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okies, seems a bit complicated with me going like everywhere save for middletown, nowhereville usa. but the thing is, going to jesze's place is involves lots of stops since there is no direct way. Appparently everyone in america drives, so public transportation tho pretty decent in the city, gets really bad in small towns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the most economical way to get to jesze's place was to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a)get bus from jfk to grand central&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;b)take a train to new haven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;c) since new haven is like 40 minutes by car to wesleyan, it was either by taxi, bus or *my personal favourite* wait for her to fetch me:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took me two hours to get to new haven. Unfortunately the ONLY bus to middletown for the day left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Course everything was going great save for the fact i had to wait another hour and a half for jesze to come pick me up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by then it was a 15 hour journey for me..so wut to do but buy a magazine and be comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;besides, the new haven station was really cozy, like a mini grand central...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okies well the pictures start there....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a totally unrelated matter, just wanna show you guys a picture i really really love...it reminds me of gazing out my roomie's window at her IMU apartment after a girly girl day out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;courtesy of andrew.....^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014734306660080482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RZfqSF9wW2I/AAAAAAAAABI/3vafz7w29xQ/s400/River+of+Light.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-6766162417243862694?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/6766162417243862694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=6766162417243862694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/6766162417243862694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/6766162417243862694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/12/helllloooo-peoples-im-back-from-america.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RZfqSF9wW2I/AAAAAAAAABI/3vafz7w29xQ/s72-c/River+of+Light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-197515948398268118</id><published>2006-12-17T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T09:31:50.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so happy right now....&lt;br /&gt;I love my presents..I can't believe i sniffled.&lt;br /&gt;I finally feel like i'm at home. The closest thing to being back in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, back to teman-ing her stardie...nyek..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more on my journey some other time.&lt;br /&gt; ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-197515948398268118?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/197515948398268118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=197515948398268118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/197515948398268118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/197515948398268118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-so-happy-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-2782691363158700022</id><published>2006-12-14T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T21:11:19.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so anyways,went with oliver to go clothes shopping. Correction : teman-ed oliver to go clothes shopping for skinny jeans. yesh.&lt;br /&gt;number one : skinny jeans are weird. it makes your legs look like spindly sticks. unless you're wearing skinny jeans with boots, it 's gives you this really disproportionate body...fat thighs all down to skinny ankles..haha..and i've always associated skinny jeans to mat rempits and drugged out rock stars. so i spent the whole hour sitting at topman stoning and attempting to give contructive opinions on skinny jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number two: usually i'm the one in changing rooms trying on clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i'm soo nice.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the plus side....tomorrow i'll be  off!!!&lt;br /&gt;i've got my international roaming set..&lt;br /&gt;travel insurance ...&lt;br /&gt;a worldwide plug adapter...&lt;br /&gt;my handphone charger...&lt;br /&gt;medicine..&lt;br /&gt;okay this is all very practical boring stuff...&lt;br /&gt;but they are seriously sheet important stuff .i'd rather forget to bring jesze's christmas present than all these *i still love you tho. mwah*&lt;br /&gt;and let the worrying begin..&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to lock my bag!! gah!! i had the same problem with it coming here....die....wut if some weirdo baggage carrier opens my bag and steals all my clothes!!!*see this is where travel insurance comes in*&lt;br /&gt;what if they don't let me on the plane cos the name in my e-ticket isn't the same sequence in my passport?&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, and getting pickpocketed...finding my way around jfk..looking for that bus terminal..strangely the that's the most daunting thing..and then going to grand central terminal and finding the correct train...plus the cold!doing all that in the cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can barely wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in less than 24 hours *hopefully* i get to see my best darling friend again....&lt;br /&gt;huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^ sayonara london!!! mwahahahha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-2782691363158700022?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/2782691363158700022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=2782691363158700022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/2782691363158700022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/2782691363158700022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-anywayswent-with-oliver-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-1148624949058944310</id><published>2006-12-11T05:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T06:14:41.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really thought i was over it. looks like i'm fucking not. Tonight i can't believe they managed to rile me up like that. course i've always wondered how i would act when i got mad.maybe scream maybe yell....but i didn't....all i did was stew...and get really really pissed.i honestly thought it was over.but obviously not. or are they just trying to stir things up again? Maybe i do have some repressed anger/shame/whatever over what happened, but i did just shrug it off and not think about it. and even when i did....i.felt.nothing. till they came and started this...MINDFUCK.&lt;br /&gt;with their fucking innuendos and them twisting my every word around...&lt;br /&gt;so i thought..maybe...maybe if i just did tell them my side of it maybe that i'd fell better about the whole thing. i did just let it slide of my mind...why is it any of their fucking business anyway?which i did clearly tell them..&lt;br /&gt;"you are pushing it"&lt;br /&gt;"it's none of your business"&lt;br /&gt;"don't ask.."&lt;br /&gt;one part of me didn't want to say anything...the other part wanted justification.&lt;br /&gt;naturally they've only heard one side. does the other really matter? does MY side matter?&lt;br /&gt;why should they even matter?&lt;br /&gt;why couldn't they just LEAVE it at that.&lt;br /&gt;my problems are MINE and the other person's PROBLEM alone. i fucking hate it when the other person starts talking about it to other people. hence it automatically gives them the right to talk to me about it...it doesn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-1148624949058944310?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/1148624949058944310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=1148624949058944310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/1148624949058944310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/1148624949058944310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-really-thought-i-was-over-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-6622461698872682866</id><published>2006-12-04T06:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:11:42.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RXNPshYmPPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yrfAebjxNfw/s1600-h/03122006176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004431237233130738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RXNPshYmPPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yrfAebjxNfw/s400/03122006176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i know i look like some weird farmer but the texture of my top was so nice..like touching silk man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RXNPlRYmPOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Mixot8GS_K0/s1600-h/03122006175.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RXNPOBYmPNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/dZjtUKnZOSg/s1600-h/03122006173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004430713247120594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RXNPOBYmPNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/dZjtUKnZOSg/s400/03122006173.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RXNO8hYmPMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XK4nLAsKMOo/s1600-h/03122006170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004430412599409858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RXNO8hYmPMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XK4nLAsKMOo/s400/03122006170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RXNN4hYmPLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nMHOGal0UPs/s1600-h/03122006171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004429244368305330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RXNN4hYmPLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nMHOGal0UPs/s400/03122006171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so therapeutic trying on clothes one can probably afford after starving oneself  for a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well it does make me feel better since i left all my FAVOURITE clothes in KL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ala...i want my clothes here!! or even better..*i want money to buy new clothes~~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apart from the frivolous superficiality , i am damn proud of myself, honestly..sleeping and waking up early make days seem longer and more satisfying. seriously, waking up at 12 only to see the sun set like 4 hours later is damn depressing. i guess i'm still in penance for my stupidity last week...mmmm..I never want to go through that again...EVER....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-6622461698872682866?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/6622461698872682866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=6622461698872682866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/6622461698872682866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/6622461698872682866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-know-i-look-like-some-weird-farmer.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRxv0LUQzUk/RXNPshYmPPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yrfAebjxNfw/s72-c/03122006176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-8459650458798479243</id><published>2006-12-03T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T10:22:31.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is phuking ridiculous..&lt;br /&gt;how is it i can lose my keys when i'm freaking sober and checking it every hour...&lt;br /&gt;but when i 'm pissed drunk and have memory lapses i never lose ANYTHING *touchwood*&lt;br /&gt;jeez...i swear...god works in mysterious ways..&lt;br /&gt;how liddat????&lt;br /&gt;anyways, went for shaun's birthday celebration today.had siew yoke*i have this  obsession for siew yoke and chocolates in the uk*  and bubble tea *sighs memories of taylors*!!&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the best dinners i've had so far...and with cake!! finally....cake here isn't cheap a..it's dollar for dollar. One 10 inch cake is 12 pounds!! 12 pounds for a baker's cottage-ish cake...&lt;br /&gt;i haven't laughed so much in ages..and i've finally found someone who lives in bukit segar...well her malaysian home that is...it felt so good talking about italian restaurants, leisure mall, how cheras is a great place for supper and NOT just a highway...nyek...oh yes, how to get into my abandoned old school GIS.&lt;br /&gt;There's a story to that, before i left, while i was driving around bukit segar i saw my old school from a distance. So nostalgic okay....the place where i used to sulk and be alone. Anyways i couldn't resist going there. There was this strange magnetic pull.But strangely...i couldn't find a way to the school...like every road i went, lead to some dead end..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-8459650458798479243?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/8459650458798479243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=8459650458798479243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/8459650458798479243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/8459650458798479243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-phuking-ridiculous.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-5643274050894010819</id><published>2006-12-02T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T21:10:12.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from a play produced by the LSE Malaysian Society called the Amorous Ambassador.It was really good considering they had a month to prepare for it. It ran for two hours. Seriously, how do those actors remember their lines???? totally insane...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the humour was borderline slapstick with some really funny/lame sexual innuendos.&lt;br /&gt;Basically about a horny american ambassador to the uk and his family and their butler.&lt;br /&gt;some people even brought their families with them. But yeah it was all good fun,it touched on a few themes, lesbianism, adultery, wakaka....mmmmm...guys dressing up as girls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i 've just heard..death note the movie is out in malaysia!!!not that i was ever interested in the manga..*well i was tll someone died* to which my interest withered. bad guys always win..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-5643274050894010819?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/5643274050894010819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=5643274050894010819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/5643274050894010819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/5643274050894010819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-got-back-from-play-produced-by-lse.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-116416210682676923</id><published>2006-11-22T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T10:21:46.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How weird...&lt;br /&gt;going to your first class when the sun's setting.&lt;br /&gt;When everyone's coming back from work..&lt;br /&gt;And there i was walking to school...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-116416210682676923?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/116416210682676923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=116416210682676923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/116416210682676923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/116416210682676923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-116398588478751443</id><published>2006-11-20T08:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T09:27:29.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i went to check out liverpool and wales during the weekend.honestly...i love to travel. It's this insatiable thirst i have...to get out of one place....everytime i feel suffocated that is...&lt;br /&gt;course if the opportunity comes along, go with the flow ^_^ so took the train with elaine and her dad to liverpool for a night.&lt;br /&gt;DId i mention...trains.are.so.freaking.expensive.&lt;br /&gt;even with a young person's railcard, which cost me 20 freaking pounds to get,it costs like...£31 for a one way ticket to liverpool!!! gah....i almost had a freaking hard attack,my budget alone for the whole trip was 50 pounds. &lt;br /&gt;anyways, liverpool was this small half countryside half city place.apparently it's really famous for its pubs and docklands...i didn't really have the time to explore the place since we had to get to bangor,wales early the next morning. &lt;br /&gt;liverpool didn't really leave much of an impression...&lt;br /&gt;but the nezt day....&lt;br /&gt;that's when it all started..&lt;br /&gt;bangor, wales is a really ulu place in the middle of nowhere..not really the middle of nowhere, since that's where the university of wales is, but we had to take 3 trains to get there. after every stop, we had to wait for like a half hour..in the freezing cold.*since london is the warmest place in the uk, every place to me in freezing cold*&lt;br /&gt;i think we reached wales at the third stop..&lt;br /&gt;you know you're near wales when :&lt;br /&gt;signs and everything are written in welsh and english...&lt;br /&gt;the most i can remember is&lt;br /&gt;araf=slow&lt;br /&gt;you see more sheep everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;the country side looks more wild and untamed..&lt;br /&gt;and then we finally reached bangor...and it was..so amazingly awesome. think pride and prejudice...&lt;br /&gt;i could even see snow at the peak of the mountain tops. which didnt' really elict awe...mostly panic since i kinda assumed it'd be so.freaking.cold.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;but welsh 's so fascinating. it's such a mish mash of letters.I finally understand how foreign people feel when they're reading malay. it's like..you see letters, but they make no sense....&lt;br /&gt;words like.&lt;br /&gt;rhiwalys, &lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;yt mawar..&lt;br /&gt;there was this really unpronoucable word...saw it at a volvo shop..&lt;br /&gt;llopwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwlllantsygoch&lt;br /&gt;i'm serious..i'm not making this up. that's really a word..&lt;br /&gt;kinda wondered why there were hardly any volvos on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with one of elaine's dad's old friend from university, hugh. so we went hunting about for a typical welsh b&amp;b place. we went to quite a few places before we finally found one which was vacant. that was after hugh's wife made some calls around. oooh....don't you just love small towns? :P&lt;br /&gt;hugh brought us to this place up the mountains, it's one of those blink and you'll miss it roads.an elderly couple owned the place...and i forgot what it was called *did it even have a name?*&lt;br /&gt;i shared a room with elaine.there was a common room, and books....!!!satellite tv*been ages since i watched tv*, and dvds!!! a lovely little garden outside with a bench to just sit and stare at the view....&lt;br /&gt;so for dinner had a beef lasagna. huhu my first 'real' meal in ages...strangely it felt like i had a host family. Had dinner with hugh and his family. course the 'kids' had to sit on another table. ended up chilling with laura and kim. kim was an assistant teacher.it did feel kinda awkward at first...but then it did feel great to be talking to someone who wasn't &lt;br /&gt;a) a law student&lt;br /&gt;b) a city person..&lt;br /&gt;huhuhu...course another reason why i love the countryside....you can see the stars....&lt;br /&gt;sitting on the bench, with your ipod on, all alone, staring up into the endless sky pondering over life..&lt;br /&gt;it's really relaxing...nyek....it makes one wonder why one worries in the first place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to top of an almost perfect evening,elaine and i  watched grease *one of my all time favourite musicals!!!* &lt;br /&gt;the simple pleasures in life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately i don't have pictures atm since my lap top's still out of action...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm wonder if my coat's enough for me to survive in the us...ah sheet...think i've got to start shopping for thicker clothes...gah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-116398588478751443?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/116398588478751443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=116398588478751443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/116398588478751443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/116398588478751443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-i-went-to-check-out-liverpool-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-116337543172065663</id><published>2006-11-13T05:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:50:31.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like a royal ass right now. In one week i have managed to&lt;br /&gt;a)spill water on my laptop..thus ruining it for the next three weeks.I AM LAPTOP-less...&lt;br /&gt;b) lose the fantastic furry gloves kaori sent me for my birthday..*still really upset about tt*&lt;br /&gt;c) forget to save my EU and public law essays in a back up drive. Hence, i have to do it all again. which is fine...but i forgot what i wrote. And it's waaayy past my due date.&lt;br /&gt;d)get sick. *i think it's cos of all the walking in the rain the other night and a general lack of sleep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my iq's dropped by at least 50 points.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my roomie ...^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-116337543172065663?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/116337543172065663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=116337543172065663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/116337543172065663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/116337543172065663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-feel-like-royal-ass-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-116322183574397157</id><published>2006-11-11T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:10:35.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="6"&gt; You tell me how liddat???&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone...all gone...&lt;br /&gt;well at least i get time to sort out my life..&lt;br /&gt;of to the library for now...&lt;br /&gt;gah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-116322183574397157?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/116322183574397157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=116322183574397157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/116322183574397157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/116322183574397157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-tell-me-how-liddat-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-116291341775422613</id><published>2006-11-07T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T23:31:48.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/07112006075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/07112006075.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the coffee addiction begin once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love my black rose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;bold&gt;I'm ready.&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;/font&gt; But what if my ready isn't enough? I want this to happen.So bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-116291341775422613?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/116291341775422613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=116291341775422613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/116291341775422613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/116291341775422613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/11/let-coffee-addiction-begin-once-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-116277959602779068</id><published>2006-11-06T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T10:19:56.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/04112006043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/04112006043.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/04112006044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/04112006044.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn's in the air..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Nottingham for the Malaysian Games!! Basically all Malaysians from universities around uk go to nottingham for a day. It's like Sports Day for Malaysians.&lt;br /&gt;Took the 4.45am bus to Nottingham. It being a three hour journey, Elaine and I didn't sleep the whole of last night. First impression on Nottingham...FARKING COLD. Insanely cold..Amazingly cold..Since the sports and leisure complex was at some secluded area, getting to the main food courts were such a pain. Under normal circumstances, walking doesn't deter me, but in the COLD&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Of course it was all very scenic..Nottingham wasn't voted the most beautiful campus in the UK for nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/04112006037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/04112006037.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the millenium gardens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally had my first nasi lemak in months!! Joy...and it was comparatively cheap. 80 pence for teh tarik and 1.50 for normal nasi lemak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/04112006040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/04112006040.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/04112006066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/04112006066.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol...one way to get around campus...yellow buses!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we wandered around for a bit before we realised sports&lt;br /&gt; wasn't our thing. So we headed out to the city for a bit of shopping..&lt;br /&gt;and i found the most divine chocolate shop with the absolute BEST hot chocolate i've had in London so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/04112006070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/04112006070.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creamy..smooth....mmmm...like melted chocolate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ish ish i've got a thing for hot chocolate now..maybe cos it reminds me soo much of milo...&lt;br /&gt;one of the good things about london are all the boutique chocolate shops around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fireworkds at night!!!&lt;br /&gt;Remember remember the 5th of November...&lt;br /&gt;Guy Fawkes day *well it isn't called that but i can't be bothered to find out*&lt;br /&gt;absolutely wonderful..walking through an english countryside watching fireworks..&lt;br /&gt;gosh...you can almost forget the cold...*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the honeymoon's over..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-116277959602779068?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/116277959602779068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=116277959602779068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/116277959602779068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/116277959602779068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-116259671223310289</id><published>2006-11-04T06:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T09:47:18.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well apart from partying around once a week, i've been wondering WHERE time went.Staying up till three in the morning waiting for my bum of a best friend to come online. Of course wednesdays are the best since she gets of really early. Then what we do is we study together. Andrew finds it really funny that my study buddy and I live in different time zones. But no matter,studying with her, i really study. Strangely we both seem to concentrate better..Anyways, i've found a great place to study! Andrew's place! i absolutely LOVE it here! it's bright and sunny, In Britain, it feels utterly heavenly when you're sitting by the coffee table, the sun shining through the window sipping coffee..Absolutely perefect!! Thinking abobut it makes me feel all fuzzy inside...^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was absolutely insane. Seriously insane.&lt;br /&gt;Caroline : You're a big girl now....:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/31102006004-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/31102006004-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love the cake darling!! from a girl who almost never cooks...oh wait she NEVER cooks or bakes..apart from that one baking 'project' i made her bake with me.&lt;br /&gt;wish you were here with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/IMG_1410.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/IMG_1410.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my absolute FAVOURITE present so far this year *courtesy of andrew :P*...fountain pens are notoriously tempermental things...after a few mishaps(one of which involved ink dripping down my back), i'm addicted to writing...seriously...damn farking nice...the thing about fountain pens is...it somehow adjusts itself to the owner..something to do with the nib.which is why when other people use your pen, the ink doesn't flow as smoothly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday dinner, went to TGIF  and i had to so the normal lame standing up on the chair rubbish. It wasn't that embarrasing..maybe cos i was quite stoned then. DInner was fine. I didn't have much but fries. All i remember was being really sleepy. By then it was almost ten. Caroline and i were in such a hurry cos we wanted them FREE  cocktails at Silver!! Unfortunately Caroline convinced me that birthday girls should not leave their own dinners. Hence we were phreaking late we totally missed cocktail hour!! GAh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i headed of to Tiger Tiger for the KCL Malaysian society party!! huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/01112006011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/01112006011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special request by xue lieh..something about gloating to jin...:P&lt;br /&gt;wakakak finally met SOMEONE  from taylor's.....happie pappie frappie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/31102006009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/31102006009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with caroline @ silvers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/31102006010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/31102006010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with ben and julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the rest of my week was spent in cambridge.had a nice birthday dinner with andrew. honestly had one of my best nights in london so far. we had a nice three course meal...live brazilian music and a nice bottle of good wine...*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, was meddling with photoshop first time...nyek....okies. andrew was giving me a dummies guide on photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;soooo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG13381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG13381.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;june and my lips look weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG1629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG1629.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the warm effect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so watched my first movie here ...the departed!! gah damn freaking expensive...12.50 pounds at the odeon.course NOTHING beats GSC.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-116259671223310289?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/116259671223310289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=116259671223310289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/116259671223310289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/116259671223310289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/11/well-apart-from-partying-around-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-116129936236613977</id><published>2006-10-20T06:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T07:09:22.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously seriously...i'm freaking speechless....i went to buy some contact lens solution today....happily with 7 pounds in my pocket....HAPPILY...and i dam near farking died...8.99 POUNDS!!! for something i can freaking get for 19 ringgit back home...i think it'll be economical for me to ship those blardy contact lens solution from malaysia back to kuala lumpur..bah..&lt;br /&gt;"oh you mean you didn't know contact lens is something you absolutely need to get before you get here?"&lt;br /&gt;great words of wisdom from trevor...after watching my eyes bug out and general freaking out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs...the days seem to be dragging on...why is it that when you want something so bad...the days never seem to end?&lt;br /&gt;And i have this annoying tendency of worrying a lot when i want something done.something which i really want of course. not lame ass homework which has to be passed up tomorrow that sort of thing...&lt;br /&gt;I WANT IT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size ="6"&gt; I WANT IT DONE NOW.SO BAD.SO I CAN STOP WORRYING &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor alan's heard my same whines and rants since last month...bah i get headaches just thinking about it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-116129936236613977?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/116129936236613977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=116129936236613977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/116129936236613977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/116129936236613977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/10/seriously-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-116103964643195715</id><published>2006-10-17T06:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T07:00:46.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Banjamin and I went to check Clifford Chance 's law presentation. Apparently Clifford Chance is one of the biggest law firms in the world.The great thing about studying in UK is that you get all these invites to check out all those huge international law firms in London.And there were so many things i didn't know about legal firms which i'm slowly becoming used to. Phrases such as the Magic Circle (the best UK law firms), The White Shoes (the best US law firms) and the seven sisters( the best canadian law firms), TC, seats, PEP...stuff which i'd never heard of (and never wish to) are catch phrases which i hear everyday. gah..maybe that's because i hang out with Benjamin a lot...&lt;br /&gt;anyways, another great thing about law presentations are the free food drinks.Plus you get lots of freebies, wakakaka....Clifford's freebie was pretty decent. Free pen drives!!And it was pretty impressive. There's a swimming pool, gym facilities, two cafes,personal trainers..just for Clifford employees..&lt;br /&gt;Of course we did the customary small talk and mingling around with the trainee solicitors....&lt;br /&gt;which got me thinking...&lt;br /&gt;can i survive the corporate world???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-116103964643195715?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/116103964643195715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=116103964643195715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/116103964643195715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/116103964643195715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-banjamin-and-i-went-to-check.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-116086109896981961</id><published>2006-10-15T05:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T05:27:33.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9300641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9300641.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;THANK YOU...so much mwah ^_^&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-116086109896981961?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/116086109896981961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=116086109896981961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/116086109896981961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/116086109896981961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/10/thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-116086052778944136</id><published>2006-10-15T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T05:15:27.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am getting really far behind me work it scares me. Not do i feel too sick to do anything but curl up in bed and sleep *i'm too sick to even party* gah....bummer...anyways, i've been going to some music concerts lately. And i'm not talking about goo goo dolls...it's CONTEMPORARY CLASSICAL CONCERTS!!&lt;br /&gt;.actually she brought me to mozart's requeim this time...and i feel asleep again...not because it was boring, but i was just....so tired.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i finally figured out why i'm so freaking lethargic all the time.those medicines i've been taking..wakaka so criminal lar wasn't THAT boring....&lt;br /&gt;do wonder i've been stoned these past few days....&lt;br /&gt;course i've learned some valuable lessons..&lt;br /&gt;never drink wine after you've taken your medication..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-116086052778944136?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/116086052778944136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=116086052778944136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/116086052778944136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/116086052778944136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-getting-really-far-behind-me-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-116035495563660514</id><published>2006-10-09T07:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T04:15:30.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so here i am in freaking cambridge.....listening to will smith's miami because my toeas a freezing cold and i wish i was in miami now. bleh...&lt;br /&gt;so i did plan a fantastical weekend to cambridge to get out of london. it was getting to claustrophobic anyways...polluted..smog-gy place where it can rain sun rain sun in a space of two hours ...&lt;br /&gt;so sweet of andrew to invite us over to his place for the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;and off we went to sunny cambridge!! caroline and i took the 9.30 am bus to cambridge.once we got there, we tried to go punting.it's something gondolas in venice where you push the boat along. theoretically you push this huge stick to the river bed and push it so the boat gains enough momentum to move. one uses the rudder to guide the boat.&lt;br /&gt;course that's ONLY theoratically. In practice it's a bloody pain to go punting.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, the freaking wooden stick weighs at least ten kg, taller than me and the water resistance's a killer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/IMG_1315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/IMG_1315.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was how i felt man...i think the words "so troublesome" was uttered a lot while i was doing this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if having to deal with huge poles and defective grudder skills weren't enough, we were harassed  by agressive ducks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/IMG_1332.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/IMG_1332.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andrew looking warily at the rabid ducks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/IMG_1356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/IMG_1356.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful english countryside. now i know why the english love sunny days....since it freaing rains all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the rest of the day was spent generally spent wandering around town...&lt;br /&gt;and i found the greatest place in cambridge*other than trinity college that is* nyek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSCN3014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSCN3014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSCN3013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSCN3013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/PA010672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/PA010672.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/PA010672.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/PA010672.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i stayed there....mmmmmmmmmmm..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/PA010671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/PA010671.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/IMG_1364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/IMG_1364.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh beautiful day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then we went to check out trinity college *andrew's college*&lt;br /&gt;it's blardy nice typical campus university ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/IMG_1369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/IMG_1369.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the most famous fella of trinity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9300643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9300643.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trinity's great court. with the huge fountain in the middle. the grass looks so soft and comfy but apparently only fellows*professors* get to walk across the grass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/PA010670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/PA010670.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this is king's college cambridge....looks like the goblet of fire tho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to check out a typical cambridge party at night...andrew brought us to some trinity college party with live music and a great chill out atmosphere...the kind of party where one just chills with friends, make small talk and drink some supposedly special drink found only in trinity college..it's called the trinity blue...&lt;br /&gt;and the blue is soo....enthralling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/PA010663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/PA010663.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbbbbllllllllluuuuuuuuuueeeeeeeeeeeee.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/PA010666.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/PA010666.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so chill.my kinda thing..:P..most london parties are all either&lt;br /&gt;a)clubbing&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;b) small room parties...&lt;br /&gt;gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually the words mathematician and musician don't go together. but yeah it was totally fun hanging out with them...&lt;br /&gt;when we got back andrew started playing some tunes with his electric guitar and keyboard. wowie..never trust the british when they say they only know how to play "a bit". anyways, i found another great band...it's called goldfrappe...but it's mostly emo songs...jazzy stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came sunday..so caroline and went to the stop at 5.55pm to catch our bus back.&lt;br /&gt;and when we showed the conductor our tickets, he gave one look at it...and told us the freaking bus was full!! of course i was soo pissed...which then fizzled out when i phreaking realised i bought the ticket for 5.55AM sunday morning. FUCK...which meant that we were like...12 hours late for our bus ride back. &lt;br /&gt;Since all the buses for the night were full.....the earliest one was at 5.25AM monday morning...bleh....&lt;br /&gt; caroline had like 37 pence on her and i wasn't much better. we had:&lt;br /&gt;a) no money to take the phreaking train&lt;br /&gt;b) so screwed..&lt;br /&gt;hence another night in beautiful cambridge....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/straws.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/straws.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks so much for putting up with us, controlling your tears when i broke your slippers *it was an accident*..interrupted your work night...wakaka giving us great guitar performances..*more more* and i especially love your ode to tony blair....^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways  this post took me two days to complete...&lt;br /&gt;some updates ..i didn't sleep at ALL on sunday since i had to get up at 4.30 to catch my bus. which means i'm paying for it now...i am sick sick sick. and this sucks....my throat's so painful...gah!!&lt;br /&gt;so far i've been earning my extra cash by being a guinea pig for psychology experiments. it's really easy...all i do is sit and click the computer for an hour....and i get paid 6 pounds...hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-116035495563660514?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/116035495563660514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=116035495563660514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/116035495563660514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/116035495563660514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-here-i-am-in-freaking-cambridge.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115974529897566749</id><published>2006-10-02T07:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T07:28:18.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh god. if i have to hear one more..&lt;br /&gt;"in singapore....."&lt;br /&gt;"the great anglo chinese school...."&lt;br /&gt;"in boston...."&lt;br /&gt;seems that all my buddies  are homesick...&lt;br /&gt;course i try not to think about it too...&lt;br /&gt;and i don't....blocking my emotions out. besides i don't have to time to be homesick...&lt;br /&gt;but thinking about the weather, the char kuay teow just around the corner, the mamak by mobil which sells great nasi lemak, my *sob*sob* crv i left in malaysia....&lt;br /&gt;thinking how i'm going to miss chinese new year for the next five or six years. how i won't get abalone and lobsters...&lt;br /&gt;cheap japanese food...&lt;br /&gt;being with my grandparents, be with them while they grow older...&lt;br /&gt;the fantasticly cheap movies...&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;and not having my besties around with me..&lt;br /&gt;not being there for them when something fantastic happens...&lt;br /&gt;*so proud of you roomie!*&lt;br /&gt;we'll always have kl ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115967115046806972</id><published>2006-10-01T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T10:52:30.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i admit. i like exploring colleges. not my own of course. It helps that most of the colleges in london are really close by. happy happy lse's just down the road from my campus.and the good thing a about being part of the university of london is that you can go to the parties at the other colleges. so i somehow ended up in  speed dating party by UCL's law faculty. Oh yeah and there was free booze.but i didn't drink mush at all...sighs....anyways, back to speed dating, they give you a number and you get three minutes to chat. it wasn't really speed dating,mostly a great way to get to know your course mates.huhu okies not MY course mates , mine was just for entertainment. it was fun at first, but after talking non stop for like 30 minutes, it gets really tedious. plus your throat starts aching. &lt;br /&gt;seriously,trying to get your voice heard over deafening music is superbly tiring. wakaka so in the end, i and some of my new found friends went to leicester square *chinatown* to grab a bite to eat. &lt;br /&gt;gosh and i tried my first prada shoes. not intentionally tho. i took pity on my fwen woh was walking on 4 1/2 inche heels the whole freaking night. pointy toed ones. so i totally took pity on her, and offered to change shoes...after like less than ten minutes walking, it's official, only the devil does wear prada. PAIN&gt;....pure PAIN.....now i get why her toes were bleeding when she took her shoes out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did try to go to some cultural stuff. huhu...followed one of my buddies to a contemporary classical concert. Some Royal Academy of Music students were performing. ish ish....so embarassing man, at the beginning they played this really strange piece. it had no rythym and out of nowhere they'd play sudden jarring music. everytime it stopped, i was so incredibly happy, i'd start clapping till caroline told me it was just the end of one freaking movement. bleh...i almost slept in it. next time i'm sticking to classical music without the contemporary word innit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went to check out harrods today with andrew. haha the fabled store which has almost everything from horsewhips to caviar. you can so totally get lost in it for days. it's just so interesting. prices range from 99p*sushi* till 50,000 pounds. that place even sells fossils and mammoth tusks...mmm apparently their antiques really are...antiques...huhu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried going to the king's college malaysian and singaporean society's dinner today. suprisingly there were so many people. bleh and they were so snotty man....&lt;br /&gt;"didn't you RSVP the invitation?" *like how could i when they freaking didn't send me one. apparently coming from malaysian doesn't guarantee automatic membership. duh*&lt;br /&gt;*in an equally bitchy voice* " well i only found about it today, and you guys didn't sen me an invitation. *okay semi true since i did get it forwarded from someone else*"&lt;br /&gt;"oh"&lt;br /&gt;is that all you can say biatch???!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after getting really weird looks from the rest of the members to be, melissa, andrew and i decided to blow that joint.i finally met someone from taylor's college! albeit she's one of the pl3 people..but still...haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115967115046806972?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115967115046806972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115967115046806972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115967115046806972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115967115046806972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-i-admit.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115940024047154948</id><published>2006-09-28T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T07:37:20.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE banks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115940024047154948?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115940024047154948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115940024047154948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115940024047154948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115940024047154948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hate-banks.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115922635394882877</id><published>2006-09-26T06:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T07:19:14.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my weekend before uni starts...and i still feel holidays aren't over yet!!&lt;br /&gt;so i've been doing the usual dumb tourist act again. this time we went to the london dungeons.wakaka and i've finally got new pics!&lt;br /&gt;so trevor, ben, DL, kelvin and i decided to go check out the famous london dungeon. okay actually it isn't that famous, cos stupid me thought it was the same as the tower of london.ish ish where all the beheading of royalty was. i honestly thought the london dungeon was under the tower of london.the fact that it isn't. the london dungeon is near the london bridge, but the tower of london is somewhere else. everything's phreaking confusing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9230616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9230616.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the statues outside&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9230614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9230614.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben, mua and dl outside the london dungeon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs, i was looking forward to a leisurely walk around the london dungeon checking out all the torture instruments...there's something perversely fascinating about things like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9230618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9230618.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but alas...i got crap like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9230619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9230619.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the closest i could get to torture instruments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the london dungeon's some disney house of horrors.i felt like i was some amusement park ride....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9230624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9230624.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amusement park example 1 : stupid reflective mirrors and fake tunnel walls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9230625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9230625.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amusement park example 2 : trevor and i on some boat ride...which i don't even remember what the significance of this boat ride was to london history..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all in all, we went to the great london fire, the great plague, jack the ripper, sweeney todd(london's most prolific serial killer. 150 victims!)and 18th century court. it was all very weird....i 'm still confused myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went for a walk along the thames. when i say walk, i do not mean some voluntary stroll around the river, it was more like taking the scenic route..and getting our 'bearings'.ppfffttt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9240630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9240630.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9240634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9240634.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time the route really was scenic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow ended up in soho and leicester square at night. wakaka since ben was kinda familiar in london, wanted to show me the 'real' soho. apparently soho was this notorious red light district before the big clean up to become the fashionable clubing area it is today. but there is one street which survived the clean up. greater windmill street. topless bars, porn shops....haha but it was a new experience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's this new thing around london which i find totally incomprehensible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9240638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9240638.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trishaws on london!!&lt;br /&gt;mmmm.....didn't know london had bmx bike trishaws back in the 18th century...&lt;br /&gt;you see so many of these around china town...guys in jeans biking around???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so started my classes today. i'm taking european law, public law, contract law and mmmmm.....criminal law...bleh...i wish i was still on holidays...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115922635394882877?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115922635394882877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115922635394882877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115922635394882877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115922635394882877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-weekend-before-uni-starts.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115896933316923303</id><published>2006-09-23T06:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T07:55:33.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's so weird. i expected to be amazingly busy, but so far i've been really free. mostly orientaion's all about partying and drinking...what happened to culture?? west end musicals?? huhu....nevermind, i've got a whole year for that. tired to go to some musuems on tuesday. the tate, national art gallery and the national potrait gallery. &lt;br /&gt;ahh...the world famous tate gallery of abstract art.  i so do not have appreciation for abstract art. there was this huge canvas some artist painted red.another was some wooden stick guy which the artist proclaimed represented the "vast loneliness of men". there was this video which i don't know what was considered art. so weird...it was this 15 minute phreakin video of a seaside at nightime and there was a light that just kept on passing by. at first david *the guy i was with* were phreaking wondering what the hell we were staring at the enclosed darkened room..then the video switched to this light house and zoomed it to the lights. hmmmm..i damn pity the guy whose job is to sit there and take care of the reel. mayhaps my mind isn't as culturally developed to appreciate the aspects lighthouse art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course the national art gallery was soo much better. there were real paintings by botticelli, rapheal, michealangelo, da vinci. superbly exciting. i saw the painting at the beginning of desperate housewives..of the man and wife. it's by some dutch artist. suppose i shall be paying that place a visit again.really one can wander for hours in the national art gallery...wakaka...sadly i was in a hurry that day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the national potrait gallery was pretty alright. if one doesn't mind looking at faces all the time. somehow i ended up in the 18th-19th century floor. what's more fun than looking at dead people's faces right? i mostly had fun playing with the computers there. it showed the prince regent *prince henry the 4th?* and his many laisions. 1 guy and 13 wives/mistresses. everything there is so high tech!! the computers are touch screen. plus i got a fantastic history lesson on houses that ruled england..right now it's the house of windsor. bleh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,in the evening, since we were in the vicinity of leceister square we went to check out the premier of the children of men at the odeon. apparently, clive owen and micheal caine were supposed to make an obligotary appearence *well it was their film*. so being inexperienced red carpet groupies, david and i stood there waiting...and waiting..huhu...there were seasoned red carpets groupies, professional autograph hunters..people who collect auographs as a hobby. one little chinese man was showing off brandon routh's signature.. so they came...clive owen looks smaller in real life but really HOT...and micheal caine looks...old ? :P too bad julianne moore wasn't there..sob sob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhu...due to the over aundance of UCL peope in my hall, i someow ended up sneaking into one of their parties. wakaka so basically spent the whole night telling people i was from singapore taking law.it was loads of fun tho..i hate to admit..more fun than the king's one. apparently king's and ucl are rivals..etc etc sighs, i should have applied for ucl..seriously, the people there are friendlier, but the king's girls are hotter. wakaka and i'm not talking about me. honest i swear...^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles for now..:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115896933316923303?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115896933316923303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115896933316923303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115896933316923303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115896933316923303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-so-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115861778487143489</id><published>2006-09-19T05:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T06:16:24.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally i can breathe again...&lt;br /&gt;my first post in the uk. I was dead worried that my place wouldn't have internet; turns out i could just plug it in and use it!! &lt;br /&gt;i haven't really been doing much in london since it's so amazingly big.unlike kl, london can just swallow you up. so i do get a bit apprehensive going out on my own.&lt;br /&gt;wakaka..my first venture out and i got lost. since i had to go to the strand campus for my orientation, i *dumb dumb* tried to go there using the tube. bleh, everyone says it's like damn convienient, which it is, only i so totally wasn't used to it. besides, it's much easier using the bus from where i'm from. &lt;br /&gt;damn sheet man, so after wandering around king's cross for a while, maybe aboutt half an hour,and not knowing which place to transit, i did try to ask some people, but after a while i just gave up since i didn't have a clue where to go and my orientation was in a half hour.so i ended up trying to buses. &lt;br /&gt;the thing about uk buses is that you have to buy the ticket at the bus stop *there are ticket dispensers for that*. but the stupid thing is none of them works!!&lt;br /&gt;so i couldn't get my ticket...and i couldn't get my oyster card*something like touch and go* since i was running late for my appointment...&lt;br /&gt;it came to a point where i totally gave up. so i went back to my hall to get the exact location of the strand from my place.ish ish which i was doing the whole time trying to memorize the directions, but reading maps isn't my forte...wakakaka....&lt;br /&gt;in the end, somehow finally i managed to find blardy strand!! after 1 1/2 hours when it's like mmmm 2km from my freaking place!!&lt;br /&gt;after a nice kl nanny who could only converse in cantonese and mandarin..&lt;br /&gt;after asking directions from like a gazillion people...&lt;br /&gt;i hate this helpess feeling. it really irritates me.only vaguely knowing where i'm going.. the first thing i'm going to do this weekend is to explore the neigbourhood!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways people here are pretty friendly, wakaka but it's almost impossible to find people who i can truly click with...&lt;br /&gt;seriously these past two years, i've been spoilt for choice chilling with people i love and can relate to. here, bleh...small talk all the way. not that i have problems with small talk, but it'll be awesome to find someone who "knows" you..wakaka thank god for msn video!!&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU guys Phreaking much..&lt;br /&gt;i miss my car to...huhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i ended up chillin with some people from hong kong. they're really nice and all, but being ex-international school students, they act like international school students everywhere.lol..sorta like you know they have brains, but just no sense...&lt;br /&gt;"seriously, where does the sun rise?" &lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;"is that  london bridge?"&lt;br /&gt;and we were walking along the thames.there are like probably 5 freaking bridges there..and everytime we'd pass one bridge,&lt;br /&gt;wakaka but they're really funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny thing about the uk is, hangers are really expensive. it costs like 7 ringgit for the wooden ones. plastic ones are almost always sold out..but then stores provide free hangers.. so now i've got hangers from marks &amp; spencers all that places,,,,&lt;br /&gt;the weather over here isn't as cold as i thought. so i haven't been wearing jackets much. in fact, i think uk's suffering from some heat wave. so happy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115861778487143489?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115861778487143489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115861778487143489' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115861778487143489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115861778487143489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/09/finally-i-can-breathe-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115825741722008698</id><published>2006-09-15T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T02:10:17.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is this concept. i call it fuck luck, which basically means really really really bad luck..&lt;br /&gt;with fuck luck, one does not know whether to laugh or cry...or do both. seems that all my babes are suffering from it lately..ever since uni began..jin and her denggi episode, jesze and her splinter/luggage/*just being jesze's luck*/&lt;br /&gt;and mine's just begin. i haven't even started uni yet!! &lt;br /&gt;so i went to subang to meet my high school babes for the last time.as usual, i got stuck in a major jam due to some stalled truck and construction. course i'm used to it since 75% of the time, everytime i drive, there's always some stalled vehicle/accident. but this time, i took me an hour just to get past the traffic.&lt;br /&gt;so by the time i reached, i was an freaking hour late for my appointment. &lt;br /&gt;but it was great, seeing my babes for one last time before flying off..&lt;br /&gt;"hey addie, i just parked at the parking boxes. but the yellow got painted over by some black paint. is it okay?"&lt;br /&gt;"yeah sure sure it's fine"&lt;br /&gt;kelly "mmmm....you better go check"&lt;br /&gt;wakaka...since we're all lazy bums we sit and chat till we decide to move on to starbucks, which incidently is just opposite of where jia yi parked her car..&lt;br /&gt;which of course isn't there anymore. &lt;br /&gt;poor fella, her car got towed..lesson to be learned..&lt;br /&gt;never park outside the tunda ss15 headquarters illegally. so we see her car inside teh car park *momo thought it was the INTI carpark and consequently wondering why hem INTI people had such a nice big carpark. course the sign "tempat letak kereta tunda MPSJ* didn't register*&lt;br /&gt;after staring at her car at the tunda car park, jia yi naturally starts panicing..&lt;br /&gt;kelly "maybe we should have a cup of coffee then get the car"&lt;br /&gt;*notice kelly is the voice of reason.wakaka...her reason being, even getting the car out, she'd still have to find a place to park..so might as well leave it there.have a cup of coffee then come back.*&lt;br /&gt;but do we listen???&lt;br /&gt;nooooo....&lt;br /&gt;we rush to that little tin can they call an office..it's just  zinc container. while waiting, it starts pouring, really heavily. seriously really fuck luck, without an umbrella, with the car less that 100 metres away, beckoning us...and obviously i didn't want to risk getting sick before london, we were stuck staring helplessly at the car for the next fourty minutes under some zinc roof..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9140525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9140525.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes pics pics...since someone was a bit upset i forgot to put her pic..*could've sworn i did *&lt;br /&gt;introducing hokkaido ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9140529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9140529.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9140532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9140532.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9140530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9140530.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115825741722008698?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115825741722008698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115825741722008698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115825741722008698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115825741722008698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/09/there-is-this-concept_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115825741170717338</id><published>2006-09-15T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T02:10:11.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is this concept. i call it fuck luck, which basically means really really really bad luck..&lt;br /&gt;with fuck luck, one does not know whether to laugh or cry...or do both. seems that all my babes are suffering from it lately..ever since uni began..jin and her denggi episode, jesze and her splinter/luggage/*just being jesze's luck*/&lt;br /&gt;and mine's just begin. i haven't even started uni yet!! &lt;br /&gt;so i went to subang to meet my high school babes for the last time.as usual, i got stuck in a major jam due to some stalled truck and construction. course i'm used to it since 75% of the time, everytime i drive, there's always some stalled vehicle/accident. but this time, i took me an hour just to get past the traffic.&lt;br /&gt;so by the time i reached, i was an freaking hour late for my appointment. &lt;br /&gt;but it was great, seeing my babes for one last time before flying off..&lt;br /&gt;"hey addie, i just parked at the parking boxes. but the yellow got painted over by some black paint. is it okay?"&lt;br /&gt;"yeah sure sure it's fine"&lt;br /&gt;kelly "mmmm....you better go check"&lt;br /&gt;wakaka...since we're all lazy bums we sit and chat till we decide to move on to starbucks, which incidently is just opposite of where jia yi parked her car..&lt;br /&gt;which of course isn't there anymore. &lt;br /&gt;poor fella, her car got towed..lesson to be learned..&lt;br /&gt;never park outside the tunda ss15 headquarters illegally. so we see her car inside teh car park *momo thought it was the INTI carpark and consequently wondering why hem INTI people had such a nice big carpark. course the sign "tempat letak kereta tunda MPSJ* didn't register*&lt;br /&gt;after staring at her car at the tunda car park, jia yi naturally starts panicing..&lt;br /&gt;kelly "maybe we should have a cup of coffee then get the car"&lt;br /&gt;*notice kelly is the voice of reason.wakaka...her reason being, even getting the car out, she'd still have to find a place to park..so might as well leave it there.have a cup of coffee then come back.*&lt;br /&gt;but do we listen???&lt;br /&gt;nooooo....&lt;br /&gt;we rush to that little tin can they call an office..it's just  zinc container. while waiting, it starts pouring, really heavily. seriously really fuck luck, without an umbrella, with the car less that 100 metres away, beckoning us...and obviously i didn't want to risk getting sick before london, we were stuck staring helplessly at the car for the next fourty minutes under some zinc roof..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9140525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9140525.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes pics pics...since someone was a bit upset i forgot to put her pic..*could've sworn i did *&lt;br /&gt;introducing hokkaido ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9140529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9140529.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9140532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9140532.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9140530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9140530.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115825741170717338?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115825741170717338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115825741170717338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115825741170717338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115825741170717338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/09/there-is-this-concept.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115815290073797583</id><published>2006-09-13T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T01:33:34.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was way over due for one of those mother daughter talks. I finally had one today..and i was totally caught off guard..&lt;br /&gt;"wan ni, you're old enough to hear this kind of things..."&lt;br /&gt;and on she went..&lt;br /&gt;about me not getting boyfriends when i'm in the uk &lt;br /&gt;*should have told her she didn't need to worry since i don't plan on getting one anyways.guys are troublesome*&lt;br /&gt;about finding a suitable guy to marry.&lt;br /&gt;*i'm only nineteen!!*&lt;br /&gt;oh yes and a new topic...&lt;br /&gt;in-laws!!&lt;br /&gt;*don't even want to go there*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's all about the birds and the bees for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and about last saturday..&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG1865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG1865.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG1876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG1876.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG1880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG1880.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG1907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG1907.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG1838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG1838.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys so much..especially &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG1966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG1966.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG1912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG1912.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh, didn't cam whore as much as i'd like...sighs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm...i'm so glad most of the people i love came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakaka since i'm not in a suitably emo state yet...cos i'll be seeing all of you again before i leave...so...mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115815290073797583?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115815290073797583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115815290073797583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115815290073797583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115815290073797583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-was-way-over-due-for-one-of-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115773677585149256</id><published>2006-09-09T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T01:32:55.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>II survived Chow Kit!! nyek..when it comes to KL my dungu-ness amazes me...&lt;br /&gt;i had to go pay and collect my air plane tickets today. all i had were directions to te PWTC.Since the travel agency in Jalan Putra and knowing I WOULD get lost driving around looking for it, we took a train there from mid valley.&lt;br /&gt;So there I was walking in the mid morning sun roaming around Jalan Putra looking for that blasted place.At least when you get lost walking, it's easy to back track...&lt;br /&gt;and then while i was walking...i realised PWTC is damn near Chow Kit..actually, it's right beside it..aih...i was walking along KL's most notorious road unknowingly. Do wonder, moi alan and i were wondering why there were so many cops about. *saw like 3 of the patrolling*..&lt;br /&gt;mmm...and crazy people screaming by the riverside half naked..&lt;br /&gt;It's not that i hate walking in the sun, but i hate it when i just took a bath and my hair's all clean and shiny..THEN i have to walk on roadsides..smell the smoke..get oily hair...gah! icky&lt;br /&gt;so after that fiasco, we rewarded ourselves wth shogun!! besides, Japanese food is low cholestrol.even tho the first food i ate was ebi tempura.humph..i don't care..IT IS....huhu...&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and i'm not anti-zara anymore!! the salespeople there are really awesome.so i found this coat i really really liked...but then there was only L at 1u...so seriously i mean i had to havee it lar...ish ish hopefully i don't get this urges anymore...*no more going out!* so i made them call the KLCC zara branch...&lt;br /&gt;okay waited for like ten minutes...no stock..&lt;br /&gt;never mind..&lt;br /&gt;"how about mid valley? try mid valley"&lt;br /&gt;so they did...&lt;br /&gt;wohooo mid valley had my size.*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;Finally met up with Rina !! Gosh....i am so gonna miss her conversations where she'd always be one topic ahead of me...she's the queen of random conversations...&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at kelantan delight at klcc...mmmm...course got significance wan....and the fact that madam blardy kwan is full...at 9pm!!! looks like the it's nasi lemak there really is fantastic...&lt;br /&gt;huhu but the real reason i'm blogging today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;size="7"&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY RU!!&lt;/size&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010258.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe he's only fifteen....&lt;br /&gt;aih...since he's in Japan at the moment,&lt;br /&gt;NO presents for him!! mwahaha...&lt;br /&gt;To the guy who's always there for me,&lt;br /&gt;The self proclaimed love therapist,*whose always asking me to spill my love probs because..duh he can solve them!* as if,&lt;br /&gt;Someone who i can tell everything to,&lt;br /&gt;My exam results predictor who's pretty accurate,&lt;br /&gt;Who always believes in me,&lt;br /&gt;Just one look at my tear stained eyes and without a word he'd give me a spoon for Baskin Robbins,&lt;br /&gt;Course being a guy, they're suckers for females in tears,&lt;br /&gt;Tho he thinks he's too cool for everything,&lt;br /&gt;And God's gift to humanity&lt;br /&gt;But can't cook *can't even break an egg*&lt;br /&gt;I'll make it my mission to domesticate you!!emm...when i domesticate myself first&lt;br /&gt;Who would help me do stuff and stay up till 3 am for me,&lt;br /&gt;And constantly reminds me what a good brother he is...&lt;br /&gt;ish ish egoist...&lt;br /&gt;someone i trust implicitly...&lt;br /&gt;and love ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idiot..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115773677585149256?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115773677585149256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115773677585149256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115773677585149256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115773677585149256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/09/ii-survived-chow-kit-nyek.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115764551760597962</id><published>2006-09-07T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T00:11:57.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel old..&lt;br /&gt;So i was eating with my mom today...&lt;br /&gt;*eyes my fried egg*&lt;br /&gt;"You better stop eating all this fried food"&lt;br /&gt;*wondering why...after all this is the mother who used to feed me McDonalds every Friday*&lt;br /&gt;"Huh...why?"&lt;br /&gt;"Your blood tests results. Didn't you read it? You've got high cholestrol. So young some more..."&lt;br /&gt;considering i got those said results last week..&lt;br /&gt;*panicing...*&lt;br /&gt;"why did you tell me???!!??"&lt;br /&gt;course another scary thought creeps into my mind..&lt;br /&gt;"how about diabetes?? do i have that???"&lt;br /&gt;"no...chances are you'd get a heart attack "&lt;br /&gt;yes....very comforting.&lt;br /&gt;"so what else do i have to worry about?"&lt;br /&gt;"you have high uric acid"&lt;br /&gt;"soo??"&lt;br /&gt;"you could get gout. but don't worry, it's in your genes..."&lt;br /&gt;yeah..so not my fault lar...it's not my diet...my future heart probs and gout issues are due to my ancestors...&lt;br /&gt;"so what can i do???"&lt;br /&gt;"eat more fish..a lot more vegetable..go on a vegetarian diet.no cabbages, no kidneys, no liver, no fried food"&lt;br /&gt;*obviously getting depressed*&lt;br /&gt;"ha...how about ice cream???"&lt;br /&gt;"cream is high in saturated fat"&lt;br /&gt;so that's that..&lt;br /&gt;good bye french fries..&lt;br /&gt;good bye bah kut teh&lt;br /&gt;good bye ice cream&lt;br /&gt;good bye roasted pork&lt;br /&gt;good bye hokkien mee&lt;br /&gt;good bye kari ayam , ikan etc..&lt;br /&gt;good bye McDonalds, KFC, Burger King&lt;br /&gt;good bye Twisties Bbq&lt;br /&gt;good bye Lindt milk chocolates&lt;br /&gt;good bye famous amos.&lt;br /&gt;good bye char kuay teow&lt;br /&gt;good bye fried onions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs...i feel my mortality weighing down on me. gone are the days where i can eat and eat and not worry about my arteries clogging up...&lt;br /&gt;ish ish..course i've always knew this day would creep up.when i'd be compelled to watch my diet.&lt;br /&gt;but not so soon. never so soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways so happy border's is having a 3 for 2 offer on Haruki Murakami books!! and i've finally got my sputnik sweetheart..&lt;br /&gt;i'll be saving that for the plane to UK...:P *salivating with anticipation*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115756341284812933</id><published>2006-09-06T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T01:23:33.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mmmmmmm....today shall be about *almost* insane klang drivers and great dinners..&lt;br /&gt;since one of my wishes before leaving for the uk was to go for klang bak kut teh. bleh...i've been craving malaysian food so much lately...mmm...came to a point where i had a *sorta* mission to find the best nasi kandar in kl...till my jeans started feeling tighter that is...&lt;br /&gt;nyek..anyways that mission was a total failure. maybe there just isn't good nasi kandar down south. humph...the penang people don't know how good they have it..&lt;br /&gt;back to the bak kut teh...paid ms tan june yin a long overdue visit. and of all days for it to rain so early in the morning, it had to be to-freakin-day.&lt;br /&gt;klang on a rainy dady...cosying up in a bak kut teh stall with hot tea and yummy soup...&lt;br /&gt;fantastic stuff..&lt;br /&gt;till we had to walk back to the car, and i stepped into a mud puddle..my poor vinccis *who's survived overflowing drains and rainy days..now mud puddles...i'm going to retire those flip flops when i leave* and my dirty toes!&lt;br /&gt;yuck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakaka...and we got our own authentic klang person to drive us around. of course being an authentic klang person isn't really something to shout about *tho i do love and appreciate you did that...cos you know i'd be freaking out if i had to drive in klang*&lt;br /&gt;some things about klang drivers.&lt;br /&gt;klang drivers conduct conversations with other cars.not really conversations but monologues..&lt;br /&gt;"ooi, quick lar stupid move"&lt;br /&gt;"eh why you stopping in the middle of the road"&lt;br /&gt;of course it isn't really effective when the only audiences are the passengers..&lt;br /&gt;klang drivers also have the tendency of beating traffic lights. road rules are merely guidelines.they take is as a given that once the light is red, one has a ten second grace period.&lt;br /&gt;which was why june was really calm while i was freaking out when she so calmly beat the red light while looking at her gas tank..&lt;br /&gt;there's indiscriminate blaring of the horn in weirdest situations...&lt;br /&gt;and the part i love most..&lt;br /&gt;pedestrians ARE always right...wakaka...mess with them and you mess with the whole town..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so alan and moi went for dinner with jesze's parents...&lt;br /&gt;wakaka...her dad is damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;"hey, did you know there's this old retaurant in middletown, a favourite of all the old students,it just got burned down the other day"&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;so i'm thinking how he knows almost everything about middletown and the university..&lt;br /&gt;you'd almost think he was a student at wesley...nyek...&lt;br /&gt;apparently there's family forum and student blogs to get all the info from...&lt;br /&gt;argh!! and i just sign my parents up for some family programme king's!!&lt;br /&gt;great...i am descending into the world on constant surveillance...&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, felt so nostalgic going back there again. course they're *almost* like my second family now..*sniffle*&lt;br /&gt;okaylar..i'm also damn touched..cos they gave me an ang pow, since i'm going overseas and all..&lt;br /&gt;serious damn touched..&lt;br /&gt;ish ish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115756341284812933?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115756341284812933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115756341284812933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115756341284812933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115756341284812933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/09/mmmmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115730134514161309</id><published>2006-09-03T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T00:35:45.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wohoooo I'm back from the hornbill land, the orang utan preservation place, the cat city...bla bla bla *actually there's a shop in kuching..that's really called bla bla bla..tho i don't know what it sells...=(*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all started at klia when i was damn shocked o realise that to travel to the east coast they need your ic!! okay i lied. i wasn't shocked just annoyed...anyways, the flight to kuching was only about 1 hour 45 minutes so short=sweet. haha slept most of the way..&lt;br /&gt;mostly it looks like any city in the peninsular. kinda reminded me of ipoh. but much bigger..&lt;br /&gt;didn't do much the first day but attempt to play tennis with my brother. *sob* the hilton doesn't have badminton courts. so tennis it was. even though my back's aching from spending two hours mostly picking up theblardy tennis balls. well the one that didn't get hit to the car park lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuching does have some interesting signs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9010292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9010292.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celcom's really expanded it's territory...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we hada to go to some seafood food court. the whole 'foodcourt' was actually...seafood...&lt;br /&gt;sarawak is famous for its seafood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9010294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9010294.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks really gross..&lt;br /&gt;their version of ocen..mmm...the shell is like keropok...&lt;br /&gt;really crispy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, kuching was awesome!!!but i didn't have enough time to explore the state like it deserves. i mean, only one full day for sarawak!! bleh..&lt;br /&gt;so i did what any self respecting ulu tourist i opted for a tour. ish ish...&lt;br /&gt;it was a toss up between the bako forest reserve and the fairy caves+sarawak cultural village. but in the end leeches didn't really appeal to me..anyways what better to experience sarawak's many diverse races*so farking full of crap* than to visit the cultural village set on the foot of the scenic mount santubong. the fairy caves were just cos i've never seen real life fairies before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was all very peresonal tho. haha one good thing about going during off peak season, not many tourists. wakakaka...the tour i went with,it was just my brother and i * my parents totally disappeared on us...nyek..* on a 12 seater van...&lt;br /&gt;both weirdly awkward and comfortable at the same time. comfortable that i don't need to make small talk with the other *potential* tourists but awkward that i have to ake small talk with the tour guide..tho nice she is, i couldn't understand her english..&lt;br /&gt;and when i did try speaking to her in malay..she replied me in english!!&lt;br /&gt;so in the end..the 1 hour ride to the fairy caves was spent in a blissful state of unconscioussness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9020296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9020296.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9020311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9020311.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9020297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9020297.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs...so whimsical...i can *totally* believe fairies live here..&lt;br /&gt;but the truth is..&lt;br /&gt;ibans used to live there..&lt;br /&gt;now some chinese people go there to pray.but i honestly don't know why it's a tourist attraction..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was the sarawak cultural village. once again..all hail to the off peak season!!okay lar..thqt place sounds lame.&lt;br /&gt;iban&lt;br /&gt;melanau&lt;br /&gt;penan&lt;br /&gt;bidayuh&lt;br /&gt;orang ulu&lt;br /&gt;malay&lt;br /&gt;chinese&lt;br /&gt;for the first time ever...&lt;br /&gt;i can actually name the tribes in sarawak without resorting to secong guessing...&lt;br /&gt;huhu&lt;br /&gt;educational trip indeed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9020322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9020322.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the iban long house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9020320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9020320.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite house..bidayuh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9020324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9020324.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going native..almost hit the bullseye!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9020334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9020334.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the orang ulu. totally love the wooden wall carvings...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9020361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9020361.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melanau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so all the houses were like damn nice authentic sarawakian...i mean the melanau ppl even had 3 stories!!! so when it was time to the chinese house...*so excited*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9020364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9020364.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blardy hell looked like a farking tin can. i tot it was a container!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9020376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9020376.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakaka...so they did redeem themselves a bit..that's our chinese pavillion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then was the 45 minute cultural show.a dance every tribe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9020371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9020371.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i liked this the best tho. it's supposed to be a melanau funeral dance, but seems very de happy. the red blur is some guy spinning on a pole...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9020375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9020375.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure which tribe this is from. but i'm guessing it's bidayuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakaka...i actually *sorta* had fun there....even better the cultural village provides homestays for tourists. you get to stay in one of those authentic houses for a night or two.sounds very appealing..tho i wonder if they have hot water..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the real reason i came to kuching.i didn't know what i got myself into..&lt;br /&gt;apparently it's my dad's university reunion. bleh...25 years after they graduated.&lt;br /&gt;so they do it every five years..&lt;br /&gt;what better way to spend the weekend then to chill with middle aged doctors..&lt;br /&gt;at least when you die of boredom...there'll be people to resuscitate you..&lt;br /&gt;but i did get to wear my dress. and was pretty fun..&lt;br /&gt;watching all those people were once like me, who had hopes and dreams..&lt;br /&gt;but are now *almost* fulfilled..&lt;br /&gt;one's some dean, the other a champion line dancer who's competed internationally cum doctor..&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine a champion line dancer doctor?&lt;br /&gt;another's a psychiatrist *so cool!!!*&lt;br /&gt;there's one who came in with a mansuhkan ISA badge..nyek.so DAP...&lt;br /&gt;wakaka...and they played this game..get old pictures of them in uni. censor a few parts of the face. and you're supposed to guess who they were.&lt;br /&gt;of course in the era of coke bottle glasses, hippy hair and black and white pictures,&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing they even got it right..not on the first try tho..&lt;br /&gt;nyek suppose i'll be doing that in 30 years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was the part where they put family pics up and they tell each other about what's going on in their lives...what their kids are doing..how to most important thing is family..&lt;br /&gt;and how i found out why my dad's so keen on uk..&lt;br /&gt;more than half of the all the doctor's kids are studying in the uk..&lt;br /&gt;and i so thought i was damn sesat , all alone in the uk..&lt;br /&gt;but most of them are doing medicine..&lt;br /&gt;so technically i'm still sesat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9020378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9020378.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9020379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9020379.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with one of the medics to be..nyek..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P9020381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P9020381.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indulge me...:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115730134514161309?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115730134514161309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115730134514161309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115730134514161309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115730134514161309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/09/wohoooo-im-back-from-hornbill-land.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115704009087233529</id><published>2006-08-31T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T00:01:31.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so happy...&lt;br /&gt;i'm finally done shopping!!!! &lt;br /&gt;ish ish it is intoxicating buying stuff...shop shop shop till you drop..&lt;br /&gt;wakaka..&lt;br /&gt;so far i've been to low yat, 1u, and the curve...back to 1u again..&lt;br /&gt;gah...i've finally bought everything i've wanted to get..&lt;br /&gt;specially  my adidas superstars...!!&lt;br /&gt;okay okay...enough of my manic shopoholic side.&lt;br /&gt;the other big thing happening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bold&gt;&lt;size="7"&gt; HAPPY MERDEKA &lt;/size&gt;&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasn't planning on celebrating merdeka, but then somehow ended up at the curve on merdeka eve.so happened that there was a carnival going on, so moi alan and i decided to check it out..there wasn't anything much, just the normal carousel and ferris wheel. but the paintball game was really cheap. it was only 2 bucks!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;but in the end, we ended up at the movies watching undiscovered. first time i've ever been to a movie without reading the sypnosis. so we totally didn't know what we got ourselves into. ashlee simpson's acting in it. actually a pretty decent watch.&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm..it's like a semi musical as in it's very song based. what's to expect from a story about a undiscovered musician.&lt;br /&gt;so by that time,it was pretty close to 12 am so we stayed around for the celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, we totally didn't know what they were gonna do..&lt;br /&gt;and it was fantastical!!!&lt;br /&gt;the fireworks were awesome..&lt;br /&gt;i mean nothing beats disney *where the even cheorograph the disney songs to the fireworks display*&lt;br /&gt;but this was pretty damn good.&lt;br /&gt;they even had fireworks bursting into the shape of a hibiscus...&lt;br /&gt;oh..and love shaped ones too..&lt;br /&gt;i would put pics, but they're all in alan camera..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found the perfect place in 1u to buy books!!!it's very strange to find second hand bookstores in 1u....but i did..it's hidden..mmm...on the second floor. and you can get books for 3 bucks!! chicken soup's going for 29 bucks...so happy...there's even a rare antique book section where there are books by aristotle all that...&lt;br /&gt;forc 15 bucks..hardcover.&lt;br /&gt;wakaka i get intoxicated by old books, with their faded titles and smell...&lt;br /&gt;it's called pay less books.&lt;br /&gt;nyek...sadly, the romance section is full of cowboy books. bleh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and strangely i've been meeting yvonne *is that how you spell her name?* tew everywhere!! so weird..first 1u then sri hartamas...i mean what are the chances? mmmmm......it's one of those funny situations where we both recognise each other, but      only vaguely..&lt;br /&gt;not well enough to say high, but not unknown enough where we can totally ignore each other.haha mostly curious stares at each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to try sri hartamas today. apparently there are 2 hartamas..&lt;br /&gt;one's called desa sri hartamas and the other, sri hartamas.bleh all the hype.anyways, it's full of japanese restaurants...nothing muchie there..* i'm hoping it's cos of merdeka* &lt;br /&gt;wakaka...i so prefer bangsar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall be taking a hiatus and going to kuching for the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115704009087233529?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115704009087233529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115704009087233529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115704009087233529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115704009087233529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115687071513313616</id><published>2006-08-30T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T00:58:35.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yeah, almost forgot...&lt;br /&gt;while i was concentrating on all my paperwork in the evening,half listening  to the drone of the tv...&lt;br /&gt;typically after every drama before the news, every tv channel has this obligation *i think* to the government to play patriotic encouraging songs..&lt;br /&gt;instead of the usualy keranamu malaysia, tanggal 31 sorta stuff..&lt;br /&gt;i swear...i was half listening..cos the song was so dumb..my brain didn't register till the end.&lt;br /&gt;when i thought i was hearing things..&lt;br /&gt;but i wasn't..&lt;br /&gt;that were singing about "tandas berkualiti *quality toilets*"&lt;br /&gt;with little kids holding up letters happily singing tandas berkualiti at the top of their lungs..in some rural kampung area...&lt;br /&gt;yippeee!!&lt;br /&gt;now they have songs about quality toilets!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115686442219331405</id><published>2006-08-29T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T23:13:42.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am drowning in a cesspool of paperwork and bureaucracy.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, if i knew applying for an uk visa was this troublesome, i'd have stuck with america or australia.&lt;br /&gt;at least for those countries you can apply online. so what if you have to attend interviews, at least everything isn't so rushed and halp-hazard.besides, you have months to get everything settled.&lt;br /&gt;and at least the embassy does it themselves..&lt;br /&gt;for uk, it's a whole different ballgame...&lt;br /&gt;for starters, i've onl got like 2 weeks..&lt;br /&gt;you have to apply through a middlemen..vfs. vfs isn't owned by a british govt, but by another company...and they charge you like 50 bucks processing fee.&lt;br /&gt;just for them to check your visa application and send it to the british council!!!&lt;br /&gt;apparently the british govt couldn't handle all the paperwork..&lt;br /&gt;then just make online applications!!&lt;br /&gt;forgive the rantings of an extremely pissed of visa applicant who just spent the whole blardy day at the centre getting contridictory information from different officers..&lt;br /&gt;"oh ma'am*they're rally polite..but heck you can call me bitch as long i get my visa done pronto* you need a bank statement if you want to get your visa approved"&lt;br /&gt;"you need evidence of your financial ability to pay"&lt;br /&gt;"no you don't need that hsbc guarantee letter..*WTF then how to prove i'vegot the ability to pay???!!??*&lt;br /&gt;"just the three months bank slip.."&lt;br /&gt;anyways, another girl, N who's doing the same course at me at the same uni got hers rejected cos she didn't have a guarantee letter..&lt;br /&gt;"so one month is fine right?"&lt;br /&gt;"well, it may or may not be fine. they'll tell us if it's not enough"&lt;br /&gt;i mean why can't we just go STRAIGHT to them??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can die man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ironic that britain prides itself of punctuality...and the 'proper' way of doing things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, and the address,when i got to the wisma and went up to the 19th floor, the guard stopped us..&lt;br /&gt;"mesti dapat kertas, baru boleh masuk"&lt;br /&gt;okay fine...&lt;br /&gt;"di mana?"&lt;br /&gt;"di tingkat 6"&lt;br /&gt;what he forgot to mention was that at the 6th floor we had to get in line to get our documents checked..&lt;br /&gt;THEN only IF everything's *seemingly* in order, we get to go up to the 19th floor..&lt;br /&gt;for them to double check before sending it off to the british coucil...&lt;br /&gt;where once again they'll check to grant us the visa..&lt;br /&gt;bleh...&lt;br /&gt;at times like this..&lt;br /&gt;i wish i were singaporean&lt;br /&gt;*apparently singaporeans don't need visas to travel to most places*..&lt;br /&gt;addie the singaporean studying in america.&lt;br /&gt;yessss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me unpatriotic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, i have to cut my visa picture cos they want passport size photos..&lt;br /&gt;ppfft...then why in the hell would those idits stipulate 45mm by 35mm if they wanted passport sized photos????&lt;br /&gt;stupid stupid stupid&lt;br /&gt;anyways, back to N, so i was sitting at the 6th floor waiting room minding my own business..&lt;br /&gt;"hey weren't you at the king's gathering ?..you were late"&lt;br /&gt;*no kidding babes*&lt;br /&gt;*trying to recall her*&lt;br /&gt;"em...yeah, i was rushing"&lt;br /&gt;and i have adopted a defeatist attitude towards injections now. somehow *happily* i don't hyperventilate when i get jabs!!&lt;br /&gt;seriously, my freak outs are so famous my dad starts laughing mid jab cos i'm screaming too much..&lt;br /&gt;bleh...but now..i feel..numb...&lt;br /&gt;nyek..the good thing about being a doc's daughter, you can get injections anytime..no wait.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and you get to scream all you want..=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115686442219331405?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115686442219331405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115686442219331405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115686442219331405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115686442219331405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-drowning-in-cesspool-of-paperwork.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115669615778522994</id><published>2006-08-27T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T01:52:45.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a bad daughter.&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday i woke up thinking it was my dad's birthday. since he woke me up, i was contemplating against wishing him.save it for later..&lt;br /&gt;then i come down all happy and all that..but then there was no mee sua!!(what we usually cook for birthdays)&lt;br /&gt;okay so i thought, maybe there weren't any ingredients..so i innocently ask my grandma..&lt;br /&gt;"so what are we having for dinner tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;"plain white rice"&lt;br /&gt;being confused and all i go up stairs in a huff thinking everyone's a bum who forgot my dear daddy's birthday..&lt;br /&gt;"why aren't we celebrating daddy's birthday???"&lt;br /&gt;*weird look from my brother*&lt;br /&gt;"because it's tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;i am a bad daughter..&lt;br /&gt;so did all my chest x-rays and stuff before going to fetch my roomie. so i got roped into baking a cake for my dad...which in turn i roped my roomie to help me out.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, since the easiest thing to make is sponge cake, chocolate sponge cake it was...&lt;br /&gt;somehow fell asleep in the afternoon. damn couldn't tahan-ed anymore. late nights and early morning are killing me. what happened to the student tenacity i used to have???&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i slept in class..&lt;br /&gt;so still the same...^_^&lt;br /&gt;only started baking the cake at 4.we finished it quite fast tho..&lt;br /&gt;having electric mixers does wonders...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010265.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the masterpiece..&lt;br /&gt;okay so didn't do the icing and the *stick man* well it's supposed to be a stick person..&lt;br /&gt;*my dad playing golf*..see the golf stick? and the smudge by the side is the ball..&lt;br /&gt;i shall call this masterpiece...blackforest chocolate supreme daddy-o prototype 1..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010267.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my assistants..valuable lessons we have learned from baking..&lt;br /&gt;yen li : not freaking out when the mixer started emmitting smoke. *and we just used it once!!*&lt;br /&gt;ru     :well he learnt how to crack eggs properly. indeed a skill in life which would be extremely useful later on...&lt;br /&gt;me     : let those ppl bake cakes. my maternal's side all satisfied after my earlier baking mania.&lt;br /&gt;mwah to my dear darling popo for doing most of the work...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time the cake was done. my roomie and i decided to visit 1u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, come totally rare shots of..&lt;br /&gt;da dum dum dum..&lt;br /&gt;my bro cam whoring!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010228.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010232.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010233.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010233.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010234.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010235.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010238.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottom line is...he is pretty good at it. haha he's got a wide range if facial expressions...nyek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakakaka....stopped by lake club for a while to have a snack. apparently i haven't been there for ages. that place even has a mini theater now!&lt;br /&gt;and the shows are pretty recent. they were showing lake house. too bad my roomie and i were dying to go shop at 1u..&lt;br /&gt;and shop we did...huhu...finally went bra shopping!!&lt;br /&gt;i feel sexy...^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm...think i've been over wearing my contacts lately. my eyes are beginning to get really dry bleh...&lt;br /&gt;from now on i'm wearing glasses !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115669615778522994?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115669615778522994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115669615778522994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115669615778522994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115669615778522994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-bad-daughter.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115652825345677596</id><published>2006-08-25T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T01:50:53.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sucks. really it does. &lt;br /&gt;course i try not to feel anything...anything at all.nevermind that it feels that my tummy has this nauseous feeling everytime i think i won't be seeing you as often as i'd like, or that my eyes have been sore these past two days...&lt;br /&gt;it does feel pretty empty without you. &lt;br /&gt;you're the first person on my mind when i think of going out with someone.&lt;br /&gt;the first person i'd think of bitching about idiots to...&lt;br /&gt;wakaka cause it's really funny when you start yelling at the person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now you're gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly thinking that things will never ever be the same again. &lt;br /&gt;You going marks the end of an era. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;course we'll meet new friends, move on in life. after all, life's one big cycle.&lt;br /&gt;but there are some people,that are worth bringing on to the next chapter...and the chapter after that...&lt;br /&gt;And You Are One of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't think of a happy memory without you past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much has passed between us. Remember those times we had? When we first met, me you and jin? We so totally clicked on some level that the teachers and everyone else asked whether we were from the same school.&lt;br /&gt;Even they saw a quality, an infinite understanding, the casual banter we shared that no matter how many friends you know, how long you’ve known then, only a special few have.&lt;br /&gt;You and I are so different.&lt;br /&gt;You’re the MOST stubborn hot headed oftentimes sarcastic person with a total marshmallow heart. Heck, if anybody asks stuff from you..*for charity* you’d give without hesitating. You’re a fickle ass who has problems deciding stuff. Yet everyone looks up to you to make out their minds for them.&lt;br /&gt;You can’t stand stupid people. Idiots piss you off.&lt;br /&gt;You stand up for what you believe in. You have to be heard (don’t know what’s your problem)&lt;br /&gt;You’re so confident, self assured(yes lar we know you’re hawt!)&lt;br /&gt;You give good advice. Sometimes you care too much.&lt;br /&gt;You have to have things done your way.&lt;br /&gt;But there’s the other part of you. The part which I love.&lt;br /&gt;The one that would accompany me on my weird expeditions and sudden cravings.&lt;br /&gt;we went through my baskin robbins phase, the banana frap phase..nyek... &lt;br /&gt;The one that I’d love to go shopping. Who’d sometimes take ages to decide on what to buy (elegant v funky). Yet has an inability to NOT spend money. &lt;br /&gt;The one who can’t ride roller coasters, watch scary movies, reading in cars, exerting yourself, eating lots of food.&lt;br /&gt;The one who’d let me take the reins. &lt;br /&gt;The one who I’d sit with stoned in front of your house tv for ages just staring at weird shows.  it became  the norm for me to chill in your house after school.&lt;br /&gt;The one who claims she can’t cook yet teman-ed me to make chocolate cake and caramel squares. &lt;br /&gt;The one who doesn’t mind spending money on food. Even though she doesn’t eat much.&lt;br /&gt;The one who’d always get lost with me. Yet has amazing faith in my driving skills even though people have tried to change her mind. =D&lt;br /&gt;The one who’s terrified of driving alone even though it’s only to leisure mall. &lt;br /&gt;Who sleeps all the time. BUM !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our last cam whoring session...for now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010184.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010189.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010183.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010192.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pics later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm....course it feels so weird....was at the movies today, when my phone rang, and jesze's face. so de nostalgic..course it was just her bro messing with the phone..&lt;br /&gt;wakakaka...her dad's even funnier..&lt;br /&gt;"have you deleted her number from your phone. i've already did"&lt;br /&gt;*then proceeds to show me*&lt;br /&gt;bleh...should have just told him i was waiting for her US number..nyek..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, went to watch snakes on the plane for the 2nd time in 2 days. not that it's a so-fantastic-show-must-watch-or-else..but it was the only movie on gold class..&lt;br /&gt;the most narcissistic movie's i've seen ever..&lt;br /&gt;don't believe me?&lt;br /&gt;go download the soundtrack..snakes on the plane by cobra starship..&lt;br /&gt;huhu went for my first haagen daaz experience today.&lt;br /&gt;no, wasn't for my fondue tho..*waiting for someone to get her ass back*&lt;br /&gt;just some milkshakes.&lt;br /&gt;the waiters there are really soliticious..they even offer to take pictures for you to cam ho..&lt;br /&gt;and observant..&lt;br /&gt;"andrew, i'm going to the toilet"&lt;br /&gt;*to which i proceeded to sneak off to pay*&lt;br /&gt;while i was waiting at the counter, he i see him rush to me..&lt;br /&gt;"the waiter told me your girlfriend's settling the bill already"*i assume he tried to pay while i was in the toilet*&lt;br /&gt;huhu...seriously, damn&lt;br /&gt; observant man....&lt;br /&gt;seems that i'm everyone's girlfriend this week..&lt;br /&gt;first alan now andrew...&lt;br /&gt;i.am.single.&lt;br /&gt;is that so hard to believe???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115652825345677596?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115652825345677596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115652825345677596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115652825345677596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115652825345677596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-sucks_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115635625151536273</id><published>2006-08-24T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T02:04:11.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been getting much sleep lately..&lt;br /&gt;i am...so tired, but i'm afraid to go to sleep. there's so much to remember,and it hurts knowing it won't ever be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;Well, all started when moi alan and i realised that jesze's suprise was waaayy behind schedule.&lt;br /&gt;so we hurried to 1u, got videos of jin and sam *thanks babes* to put inside...&lt;br /&gt;that was sunday..&lt;br /&gt;so us being new movie makers wannabes...we idiotic-ly thought we could start editing the videos on the same day. However, my bro told us converting our videos to a format recognised by windows media movie maker would take like a whole freaking day.&lt;br /&gt;so moi alan and i went to putrajaya to apply for my good conduct cert, went to leisure mall for lunchie...&lt;br /&gt;came back..&lt;br /&gt;and the farking files were still converting!!!&lt;br /&gt;since i had to go work and had serious mental movie block..&lt;br /&gt;we did attempt to choose songs and get a proper plot..&lt;br /&gt;we left it for another day.&lt;br /&gt;that was monday.&lt;br /&gt;then tuesday freaking came...&lt;br /&gt;due to other commitments..we did finally start work in the afternoon..&lt;br /&gt;3 pm..&lt;br /&gt;due to many out of control factors:&lt;br /&gt;namely...&lt;br /&gt;a) crappy freaking buggy windows movie maker kept on crashing and everytime it happened we had to start from where we saved. in the end, we resorted to saving every 5 minutes..bleh..&lt;br /&gt;b) because the clips were really fragmented we didn't have ANY plot ideas. so basically, we were just making it up as we went along..&lt;br /&gt;c) cutting songs,choosing pictures and videos,editing videos...timing timing timing...&lt;br /&gt;d) recording our voices and making good animation, plus a brief sojourn to microsoft paint&lt;br /&gt;alan and i were getting pretty demoralised after mmmmm 4 hours of staring in front of the computer and numerous crashes..we only managed to do 12 minutes of the whole video..&lt;br /&gt;wakakaka..at 1am we had to bid moi alan goodbye. thank god for my brother...&lt;br /&gt;who just so happened to dedicate the whole day helping moi alan and i use  the "idiot proof" windows movie maker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010147.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the picture of benevolence&lt;br /&gt;finally FINALLY finished the movie at 3 am...&lt;br /&gt;so the only thing to do was to pray that the video would convert to wmp.(apparently there's like an 80% failure rate*what you get when you use the cheapest movie maker programme around*..which meant that we'd have to do everything AGAIN..from scratch...so at three am, in front of the computer, he and i were literally praying *heads lowered hands clasped* for this video to be part of the 20%.&lt;br /&gt;wakakaka.....&lt;br /&gt;so happy...&lt;br /&gt;but then we had to wake up at 5 to check see if it really did convert..&lt;br /&gt;that was *is* wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 8.30 in time to see my bro start converting *AGAIN* the movie into an avi format(where you can play movies on tv)&lt;br /&gt;thought we could happily show the video by twelve.&lt;br /&gt;stupid stupid....&lt;br /&gt;1.5 hours and it was only 20% completed..&lt;br /&gt;so frustrating...i was damn near about to scream...&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, went to jesze house for a lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010142.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm...someone's missing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after numerous games...&lt;br /&gt;you name it, we played it..&lt;br /&gt;the animal , lying ,donkey, robber and thief game..&lt;br /&gt;alan, june and i rushed back to kajang to get the file..&lt;br /&gt;which we then had to burn in a cd.&lt;br /&gt;which failed twice. and every attempt took like about a half hour.&lt;br /&gt;by that time, we switched to plan b, which was to just show her on the lap top.&lt;br /&gt;my luck is so freaking suey now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even with the really soft sound and the tiny screen..&lt;br /&gt;it was worth it...&lt;br /&gt;wakakaka...i've never seen jesze cry like that before..&lt;br /&gt;then i've never seen me like that before ..bleh..honestly, the tears couldn't stop, no matter how much i wanted/needed it too..&lt;br /&gt;bleh....i'm gonna be such a mess tommorrow...^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010164.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010165.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010152.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishing i could be like june...=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115635625151536273?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115635625151536273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115635625151536273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115635625151536273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115635625151536273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/08/havent-been-getting-much-sleep-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115609674009034150</id><published>2006-08-21T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T01:59:00.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some pics of jesze's farewell..&lt;br /&gt;Shall let the pics do the talking...Suffice to say, it was as expected..&lt;br /&gt;i did spend most of my time by the road side.nyek...since there were too many people all around and yesterday was an incredibly hot night. &lt;br /&gt;but then there was alco all around...happy-IER..=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG1528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG1528.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010097.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..by the road side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010110.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hang out place number 2. after all the little kiddies left. bleh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010076.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my babes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010081.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kien looks like a perv here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010085.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010085.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked him to smile NICELY.. is it too much to ask for a semi decent pic with your bro??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010108.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the goodbye girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010090.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sesat ppl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010109.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG1553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG1553.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so de manja-ed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG1557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG1557.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all together now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG1543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG1543.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, it's the last time i'll ever go romance book shopping with jin and moi alan.&lt;br /&gt;the first books she sees..&lt;br /&gt;"UNDRESSED!!"&lt;br /&gt;yes she announced it to the world..and then she starts reading the sypnosis..ALOUD..&lt;br /&gt;"one hot steamy night..."&lt;br /&gt;alan : i think you should take this book.."manswore"*or some lame title like that*&lt;br /&gt;"why?"&lt;br /&gt;"cos i like the title"&lt;br /&gt;never again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and alan treated us some wheatgrass shots..&lt;br /&gt;it's a buck a piece, with free orange slices..&lt;br /&gt;course there are two ways of eating it..&lt;br /&gt;a) sucking the orange and drnking it&lt;br /&gt;b) sam's way( dipping the orange in the juice)&lt;br /&gt;course i do understand why it's selling for a buck tho.&lt;br /&gt;tasted like grass..liquid grass...*shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010123.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115609674009034150?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115609674009034150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115609674009034150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115609674009034150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115609674009034150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/08/some-pics-of-jeszes-farewell.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115591920701424806</id><published>2006-08-18T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T00:40:07.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>traffic is cursed today. Saw 7 cars breakdown and a stalled lorry. did i mention i a freak thunderstorm? &lt;br /&gt;bleh...made me late for all my appointments today. *ahem* taking the scenic route to sri petaling from damansara didn't help either.&lt;br /&gt;don't know why i'm so stoned today..&lt;br /&gt;went to jin's house for a while to sort some things out. &lt;br /&gt;p.s i need them photos and fast ppl!!! thanks...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally had our long awaited lunch with ms sooz at mcdonalds due to time constraints and the general lack of places to eat in subang.&lt;br /&gt;so we treated ms sooz for lunch to show our gratitude foe the months spent teaching us ungrateful bums..mostly the time was spent reminiscing about our childish follies..&lt;br /&gt;one she never ceases to remind us is the time where jesze, jin and i *supposedly* made her end class early so we could go catch a movie at pyramid..*course i'm denying it..=D*&lt;br /&gt;and the time where only two passed during the trial..&lt;br /&gt;and we told her&lt;br /&gt;"don't worry ms sooz in the real exams we'd definately pass"&lt;br /&gt;well..we did...with *ahem* flying colors..wakakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010042.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i'm still taller..=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, had to send jin back to damansara later on. funny how the whole time we've known each other, it's the first time she and i really had quality time together...just the both of us...and first time ever, she suggested cam whoring !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010045.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her maasterpiece..nyek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010050.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had to ruxh to KL for my king's briefing..&lt;br /&gt;Word of advice, never EVER have any meetings at PGRM...&lt;br /&gt;the design's a nightmare..i *felt* ike i was in the matrix..opening doors to places which are empty and going to floors which were under construction...in the end..some guy who worked there took pity on us, and lead us to the meeting place. which was incidently the next building..bleh...apparently, there are two PGRM building.&lt;br /&gt;he even gave us his namecard in case we got lost coming back * i think he was hitting on us*&lt;br /&gt;when we did finally arrive...&lt;br /&gt;"oh hey, you missed the presentation about visas and life at kings"&lt;br /&gt;okay lar..i admit i was three hours late..&lt;br /&gt;so sue me..&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, the people there were pretty nice..&lt;br /&gt;too bad i wasn't in the mood to be nice. i did try..honest..i did..&lt;br /&gt;ish ish, the more the guy talked...the more frustrated i got&lt;br /&gt;the next few weeks were gonna be incredibly busy ...&lt;br /&gt;i need a good conduct certificate. apparently to prove i wasn't some drug dealer or mastermind criminal..aih..and i tot my innocent face was enough to see me through customs...&lt;br /&gt;and this good conduct cert takes like 1-2 months to obtain!! die man...&lt;br /&gt;i need a visa. but before getting a visa, i need to show them my acceptance letter and accomodation. *which kings is notorious for NOT giving in time*&lt;br /&gt;i need my medical check up..ish..more injections..&lt;br /&gt;they were really sweet to explain things again tho =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i couldn't take it..soo...&lt;br /&gt;"thanks..but i gotta go..*why*...em..fetch my brother. so thanks again hope to see you there bye.."&lt;br /&gt;bleh...don't know what got over me...was getting really tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to leisure mall to have a drink and somehow we ended up at the pasar malam..&lt;br /&gt;nyek..bought my little rabbit sweets there too...the reason i bought it was cos it reminded me of the woman at the aquaria the other day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010056.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010063.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010063.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little roomie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, the first picture taken with my new camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/P1010001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/P1010001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyek...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115591920701424806?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115591920701424806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115591920701424806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115591920701424806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115591920701424806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/08/traffic-is-cursed-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115583430676955299</id><published>2006-08-18T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T01:05:06.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to college today to collect my official results *cos there's a little part of me that needs to be sure i really got that*&lt;br /&gt;wakaka..okay so i don't usually suffer from low self belief but, when i do it's really bad.&lt;br /&gt;met up with sam and june for lunch and among other things which i shall go into later. &lt;br /&gt;by the way, sam looks really really hot now!!shall upload my pics when i bother to install the stupid software..ish ish i'm such a bum.&lt;br /&gt;apparently today was awards ceremony for them top scorers. out of the hundred or so top scorers with three A's and above, there were only seven from the humanities.*made me feel so muchie better*&lt;br /&gt;actually Sam was supposed to attend, but after viewing her *formal* outfit...&lt;br /&gt;sadly, &lt;br /&gt;i'd set the fashion police on her..&lt;br /&gt;bleh...june and i were just staring...seriously...just staring...&lt;br /&gt;thank god you didn't do it sam!!!proud of you babes..&lt;br /&gt;somehow got roped into a Singapore Managament University talk with June.the talk was actually quite interesting...&lt;br /&gt;especially the part about internships and double degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since she did it in groups, it just the four of us(plus another SAM girl) and a laptop presentation of SMU.it also helped that the representative was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;of course Sam and i were really sesat there and i was reading my Times Good University Guide under the table..&lt;br /&gt;at first June wasn't too keen on SMU thinking it was some ciplak crappy university..&lt;br /&gt;till we realised it did have transfer programmes to Wharton and Carnegie Mellon..gah&lt;br /&gt;*why didn't i think of singapore!!*&lt;br /&gt;representative : used to be all the NUS rejects came to us, now it's the other way around...&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;okay..so it was getting quite intimidating...&lt;br /&gt;then had to rush home for a family dinner with family friends.but it was okay since andrew and annabelle were there.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately for us, some moments were pretty awkward especially when they began exchanging jokes about their sons girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine your mom talking about strategies to handle her offspring's special someonE??&lt;br /&gt;"just leave them alone..."&lt;br /&gt;"they always bring their girlfriends to their rooms. don't know what they do inside"&lt;br /&gt;bleh..i..*almost*..wanted die....&lt;br /&gt;until they got to the part about divorce...&lt;br /&gt;and them advising us about divorce..&lt;br /&gt;"pre nuptial agreements are so unnatural"&lt;br /&gt;then i wanted to die...&lt;br /&gt;anyways, talking about good winter clothes,&lt;br /&gt;"zara has a really good winter line."&lt;br /&gt;aiyo....i mean the one shop i swore never to EVER shop in has good winter jackets!!damn sad....guess i've got to unswear it.^_^&lt;br /&gt;apparently, the first winter jacket i've been advised to buy should be navy blue or black.&lt;br /&gt;and i've found out my orientation's on the 13th of september!!&lt;br /&gt;ish ish..so i might be going sooner than expected...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115583430676955299?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115574724709363024</id><published>2006-08-16T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T00:54:07.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wasn't as strong as i thought. &lt;br /&gt;My first visit to the aquaria..&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it was the little kids*must have been like farking 100 of those little screaming critters * around,&lt;br /&gt;definately the lack of food,&lt;br /&gt;the first day of my period,&lt;br /&gt;the sleepless nights,&lt;br /&gt;the emotional exhaustion,&lt;br /&gt;pushing myself these past couple of weeks,&lt;br /&gt;I fainted.&lt;br /&gt;bleh...the first time in my life and i fainted.&lt;br /&gt;so embarrasing...&lt;br /&gt;all began when i felt the cramps, which do tend to get really bad when i'm stressed. but since andrew was still really into the fishes and we just did start the tour, i super tahan-ed my pain.&lt;br /&gt;It came to a point where i was seriously thinking of stopping by jesze or jin's house for panadol and a rest since i was going to 1u later.&lt;br /&gt;wakaka...but nooo...i tot i *could* endure the screaming kids and fishes.&lt;br /&gt;then came the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;the blue lights, the sharks,the stuffy atmosphere..ish iah&lt;br /&gt;but halfway through, i was a goner...i felt nauseous,there came a point where i couldn't stand up..so i did try to get to the nearest exit..but the more i walked the blacker things got,the ringing in my ears grew louder, i felt so dizzy...&lt;br /&gt;so i collapsed..&lt;br /&gt;though i did learn tho, there are caring people around. when i did muster the strength to open my eyes, i saw two middle aged woman there who were really really sweet..&lt;br /&gt;"are you okay? you fell down in the middle"&lt;br /&gt;which they then proceeded to help me lean against the wall. &lt;br /&gt;one of them gave me some rabbit sweets to *ahem* regain my strength, while the oher gave me panadol after seeing my sweaty pale obviously in pain face..&lt;br /&gt;then the guards came and took me to some sofas to rest. tho the only thing i could croak out was &lt;br /&gt;"water, i need water"&lt;br /&gt;and they did give me warm water. &lt;br /&gt;soo nice...&lt;br /&gt;so peoples,one of the better places to faint is the aquaria at klcc.=P&lt;br /&gt;the benches are really comfortable, plus it was dark and cool.&lt;br /&gt;but on a more serious note, i'm so glad to know there are really kind people out there. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;andrew was really sweet, he insisted on staying with me, but eh...since we were visiting the aquaria i made him walk around while i took a quick nap.&lt;br /&gt;by the time i was ready to explore *damn excited* oh yeah did i mention all the kids were gone? ..&lt;br /&gt;i took the escalator up..and there were no more fishes!!!!just the gift shop...kenot take it...&lt;br /&gt;later we went to watch the break up...&lt;br /&gt;which is a good show. not much on laughs, but really realistic...&lt;br /&gt;and i spilt pop corn on him...&lt;br /&gt;great..0_o &lt;br /&gt;kudos to him for not freaking out even after my fainting incident and our scenic route to 1u, and the pop corn thingy..wakaka..&lt;br /&gt;i mean he even ate all the popcorn spilt on him. tsk tsk..x wastage...=D&lt;br /&gt;i would have freaked a long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;i met up with my roomie after that. it was just like old times...me cuddling under her blanket, her making hot chocolate for me and steaming hot old cucumber soup and talking about boyfriends, friends, life, leaving, being a real crappy mess...&lt;br /&gt;roomie..thank you...&lt;br /&gt;mwah.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115574724709363024?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115566381416936718</id><published>2006-08-16T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T01:47:16.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay a quick summary on what i'm been up too.&lt;br /&gt;Shall start on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Our road trip back to Penang. We stopped by that place, something Pilau..for Jesze's uncle to pass us some stuff. He did that and more...&lt;br /&gt;wakaka..&lt;br /&gt;he taught us how to eat raw corn. We just pulled the the leaves of, plucked the corn seeds and ate it.&lt;br /&gt;Tastes so much better than steamed corn. It was sweet and crunchy.I wonder why they don't subsitute those pop corn in the cenimas for fresh corn...&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;So then we start planning Hon Pan's 'surprise' party. actually, i kinda took pity on *someone* which is why i offered to plan it. since *soneone* was getting really stressed out over other parties.&lt;br /&gt;So out of options(we were rushing back from penang) we decided to buy some sushi and celebrate at mr pan's house.&lt;br /&gt;The *supposed* plan :&lt;br /&gt;5.30    : arrive home&lt;br /&gt;6-7.30 :go mid valley, get cake, find his house&lt;br /&gt;8.00   : reach his house&lt;br /&gt;9.30   : go home&lt;br /&gt;alas the best laid plans...&lt;br /&gt;due to some unfortunate circumstances..we arrived at seven. which we then proceeded to split up (moi alan, jesze, and kaori) going back to jesze's house and jin going to mine.&lt;br /&gt;our schedule was shot to bits..&lt;br /&gt;fortunately, my parents can be really cool and so they helped me buy the sushi *mwah*&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, we went to ulek to get him a cake.*i think ulek is jesze's territory or summit too*&lt;br /&gt;then proceeded to drive to his house which incidently we only had a vague idea and our only indication was where his car was. luckily *damn lucky* it wasn't hidden or anything so we did find his house with little difficulty. &lt;br /&gt;anwyays, our supposed surprise was ruined when we realised *someone* was looking out the window.&lt;br /&gt;blardy hell...the first thing he said to us when we arrived???&lt;br /&gt;"where's marcus"&lt;br /&gt;pppffft....&lt;br /&gt;as if he'd been expecting us..*which he had because of some people who told him not to go out that night who wasn't even involved with the surprise* &lt;br /&gt;i feel damn vindictive...and pissed....of course the only thing keeping me from yeling is the fact that she did it unknowningly *or did she*?&lt;br /&gt;so mr pan had two birthday cakes ..&lt;br /&gt;one surprise by his family and the other by us.&lt;br /&gt;haha went to raintree to cut the cake cos the *ahem* setting for taking photos was soo much better..&lt;br /&gt;awyways, the cheese cake at king's confectionary is pretty decent.&lt;br /&gt;plus fuck fuck FUCK...on the way home, i got caught by a fucking speed trap. I was going at like 124km on a 90km highway.&lt;br /&gt;And the only thing i regret was not attempting to bribe the police cos the only thing that was going through my mind &lt;br /&gt;"the end of my P"&lt;br /&gt;so yes i've got a court summon on the 9th of October.which is just great since i'm leaving in september..&lt;br /&gt;so how!!!?????&lt;br /&gt;According to kien's friends and the police he went to...they say i have to go to court..&lt;br /&gt;apparently there are 2 kinds of summons...&lt;br /&gt;one compoundable and the non-compoundable one&lt;br /&gt;bleh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt; Thanks so much LEE KIEN SENG !! I really appreciate everything!!! mwah &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sunday was spent at the pc fair.&lt;br /&gt;I went with the intention of getting a Sexy Senorita. Enough of Hunky Hotties...&lt;br /&gt;MacBook was utterly Sexy Senorita to me.ish ish unfortunately,in the sexist world of electronic gadgets most sexy senoritas are bimbos. All style and no functions.&lt;br /&gt;so i ended up getting a dell...my hunky hottie number 2.&lt;br /&gt;And i've got a new camera...*drools* wakakaka....my hunky hottie number 3.&lt;br /&gt;also went for kaori's surprise birthday number #1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday followed the gang to 1u for lunch since i couldn't join them for cannie's birthday. Ish ish..my job's killing my social life..&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was at jack's place..won't ever fo there again. Over priced and under cooked.&lt;br /&gt;work was fine..before i got an sos from moi alan.something about kaori being upset and they were having Kaori's suprise birthday number 2#.&lt;br /&gt;so fine, i rush down, cut work, tell my boss that i've got to go home early to pray at some temple. something about hungry ghost festival, drive all the way to cheras in the night,&lt;br /&gt;only to be told i was just there to fill in the head count.&lt;br /&gt;so fine...i'm not angry..i'm hurt.&lt;br /&gt;this whole two weeks, i've been going around to places i normally won't even go, blowing my other friends off so i could be around,willingly did stupid stuff,&lt;br /&gt;i know i wasn't asked to, but because they are your buddies, you just do it. &lt;br /&gt;and i didn't even merit an invitation to the airport. it's as if my whole time there, it's true i was just there ..to be head count.&lt;br /&gt;and that's what hurts...to be taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;i've told myself, you can't ever feel you're self-important.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm here. &lt;br /&gt;i have feelings.&lt;br /&gt;i can't help that.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115566381416936718?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115566381416936718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115566381416936718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115566381416936718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115566381416936718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/08/okay-quick-summary-on-what-im-been-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115521152965609945</id><published>2006-08-10T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:50:22.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything's been a whirlwind lately.&lt;br /&gt;Since i got my results...&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life. &lt;br /&gt;First time ever i cried for my results..&lt;br /&gt;But not really out of joy&lt;br /&gt;It was more of &lt;br /&gt;*does this mean i'm really leaving?*&lt;br /&gt;So bleh...&lt;br /&gt;A A B D&lt;br /&gt;I got D for maths. So de sad...actually, not suprising since &lt;br /&gt;Jesze : I got C for maths..&lt;br /&gt;which means&lt;br /&gt;a) fuck..meaning i'd be getting fail or summit..*so D is best case scenario*&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;b) Poor ms suzzie..&lt;br /&gt;wakakaka...&lt;br /&gt;damn sad..lucky i didn't fail tho...&lt;br /&gt;Socio became my savior.&lt;br /&gt;Bleh...so the afternoons of playing quadrapop,doodling cute little hearts, and sitting at the back in class totally paid of. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Wednesday was spent chilling with my darling *love you to bits roomie* ended up doing some lame ass poor man's karoake session which consisted of my brother on the piano and us singing. &lt;br /&gt;since i only had old songs, it was moon river, somewhere out there, memory..kinda songs...haha had tons of fun warbling away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Penang!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i admit the one of the main reasons to go Penang was for the food.&lt;br /&gt;But then there was ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by for lunch. Jesze's Uncle Rodney took us around. Apparently he is THE guy to go for when it comes to food. &lt;br /&gt;I'm impressed.&lt;br /&gt;Really i am.&lt;br /&gt;He brought us to some Ipoh Tauge chicken place. Which is essentially chicken rice. With hor fun. So de nice..&lt;br /&gt;but even better..due to his love of food..we went to more than one place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG1014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG1014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course we couldn't leave ipoh without visiting the caves!! *ipoh's famous for them...i think*&lt;br /&gt;So..Perak caves it was..&lt;br /&gt;I kinda tot we could just pray pray and enjoy the cool caves breeze..&lt;br /&gt;but NOOOO..&lt;br /&gt;there were steps to climb...&lt;br /&gt;and so we did climb..&lt;br /&gt;and climb...&lt;br /&gt;it's worse than kek lok si..&lt;br /&gt;it's worse than batu caves..&lt;br /&gt;the stairs were so de steep...&lt;br /&gt;we were all almost dying&lt;br /&gt;but bionic woman continued..&lt;br /&gt;so we had to follow.&lt;br /&gt;our reward? the whole wonderful view of ipoh!! *yay*&lt;br /&gt;plus a statue to pray. but i think it's for hindus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG1031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG1031.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stoned poses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back we were on our way to penang.Anyways, i have just realised, the bios has really crappy air circulation.The way the air cons are situated..it doesn't point directly to the back seats. so jin, jesze and i were literally frying at the back.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i clearly remember is the HEAT. It's so incredibly hot over there. &lt;br /&gt;So we took her to the normal places..kek lok si, penang hills, botanical gardens..&lt;br /&gt;bleh..penang is becoming so commercialised now.&lt;br /&gt;At kek lok si, they have malaysia's first inclined lift to go to guan yin's temple.&lt;br /&gt;We had to PAY 4 bucks. Ish ish...i mean how can it's a temnple right..and it was still under construction..&lt;br /&gt;course we had to climb the pagoda there. more steps...&lt;br /&gt;felt like the whole trip we were doing nothing but climbing steps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the botanical gardens. Which we walked in the farking hot sun for 15 minutes because a certain Penang-ian claimed there was a waterfall where we could cool of.&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through..&lt;br /&gt;"so you hear the water fall? just follow the drain along the road..that's where the waterfall flows to"&lt;br /&gt;when we arrive to a half empty river..&lt;br /&gt;"eh where's the waterfall?"&lt;br /&gt;*talking on the phone with his friend about the mysterious missing waterfall* &lt;br /&gt;"what you mean boh liao(no more)!!??"&lt;br /&gt;get this...there was NO  waterfall!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was penang hill.i know remmber why i SWORE never to EVER return the last time i went up with yen li. &lt;br /&gt;Ahh...the tram ride..with NO AIR CON. and going at the speed of 100 metres a minute*well it felt like it*took us an half an hour to reach the top.&lt;br /&gt;which made even the bionic woman start yelling "hayaku hayaku !!(faster faster)"&lt;br /&gt;on a sad note, they don't have anymore rented bicycles over there...T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the best nasi kandar in penang. I am so in love with the gravy curry. and the potatoes and cockles. it's really adddictive..i'm still craving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.we went to batu ferringhi. now i know why june loved pulau perhantian so much. Since kaori brought a underwater camera, we were all feeling real guilty cos we didn't have the time to bring her to langkawi and such. so batu feringghi it was. well there was paragliding, horse rides, jet skis, banana boats *shiver*&lt;br /&gt;we took the package&lt;br /&gt;130 = paragliding, banana boat *kaori was so into it*, and jet skis.&lt;br /&gt;quite reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;luckily, it was getting really dark, technically we didnt' have to do the banana boat. well we only survived one wave cos the seas were getting really choppy. &lt;br /&gt;*jesze and i were secretly hoping we didn't need to get on*&lt;br /&gt;we have a new banana boat champion.&lt;br /&gt;Bionic woman!&lt;br /&gt;while the ex-champion *ahem* was the first one to get thrown off, bionic woman bravely hung on *until her contacts fell off*. wakaka....&lt;br /&gt;but paragliding was fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one place that was really worth is was the snake temple!!! &lt;br /&gt;Last time i went, i vaguely remember the snakes being light green..but it's bigger now...no snakes at the temple per se. there's a snake farm..*which you have to pay* The snake farm was fantastical!! you get to play with snakes and lizards.which is seriously more fun than it sounds. especially touching the snakes..i can understand why people pay thousands for snake skin purses etc..&lt;br /&gt;And it's bigger.&lt;br /&gt;A lot commercialised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures and hon pan's suprise party to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115521152965609945?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115521152965609945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115521152965609945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115521152965609945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115521152965609945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/08/everythings-been-whirlwind-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115496420139447963</id><published>2006-08-07T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T23:45:11.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My first ever trip to Central market and already can die. &lt;br /&gt;I hate that place. Hate hate hate. Well it wasn't so bad, but i was totally paranoid. about snatch thieves!! gasp....&lt;br /&gt;and pissed that off all days i wore jeans!!! the thought of the filthy garbage infested roads touching my jeans...&lt;br /&gt;blek how ironic the one day i decide to dress up and they bring me to petaling street..for cheap roses...35 bucks for a decent bouquet of roses..&lt;br /&gt;and when i do go to klcc and 1u, i dress like some ah pek( innocently thinking we're going to batu caves or putrajaya) idits...&lt;br /&gt;ish ish...so our tally (bionic woman, jesze, me, kenny and moi alan)&lt;br /&gt;yesh...&lt;br /&gt;20 bracelets&lt;br /&gt;3 boxes of that green bean paste kuih,&lt;br /&gt;9 key chains&lt;br /&gt;1 foldable congkak set&lt;br /&gt;1 steel bracelet&lt;br /&gt;1 bouquet of flowers&lt;br /&gt;l cheong sam&lt;br /&gt;1 cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ish ish, real shopoholics man...actually, i don't even know why i bought that steel bracelet thingy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the weirdest thing happened....&lt;br /&gt;so i was sitting in alan's car, chilling with the gang...&lt;br /&gt;and the car beside me...was sau mei!!!&lt;br /&gt;just when we were both looking outside the window,&lt;br /&gt;just when we happened to stare at each other..&lt;br /&gt;someone i have not seen in years..&lt;br /&gt;and the freakiest thing is...she looked the same.&lt;br /&gt;damn skippy...wished i'd wound down the windows &lt;br /&gt;too bad, every time we passed, it was too fast..&lt;br /&gt;it's a sign from god i tell you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found my position in the *ahem* lee household..so there i was minding my own busines...&lt;br /&gt;"che..dad wants you to do something for him"&lt;br /&gt;*thinking it was something damn important/serious shyt*&lt;br /&gt;"what??"&lt;br /&gt;"he wants you to watch the ending of "the aviator" for him and tell him what happens"&lt;br /&gt;"......"&lt;br /&gt;so insulting....&lt;br /&gt;well i did watch the blardy show.bleh...quite interesting actually. Too bad i didn't watch the beginning..o_O&lt;br /&gt;of course i shouldn't be suprised...&lt;br /&gt;This is from the family that bets on the outcome of my a levels results ...&lt;br /&gt;and they wonder why i go out so much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i should get my plan b in motion soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size= "5"&gt; IF &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; i don't get into my college,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;font size= "5"&gt; IF &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;i dont' get overseas...&lt;br /&gt;bleh...i have no idea what i want at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;which sounds so adolescent..&lt;br /&gt;"i want to study law"&lt;br /&gt;but i don't&lt;br /&gt;"my back-up is econs and finance"&lt;br /&gt;dry dry dry dry...boring...&lt;br /&gt;"em...accounts"&lt;br /&gt;desperate times.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or i'm just plain lazy to decide...&lt;br /&gt;truth is i have..&lt;br /&gt;but not what i can ever get.&lt;br /&gt;for now..law's fine..&lt;br /&gt;For..now..&lt;br /&gt;I need a hug.^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115496420139447963?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115496420139447963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115496420139447963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115496420139447963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115496420139447963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-first-ever-trip-to-central-market.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115478439960350812</id><published>2006-08-05T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T21:26:39.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That Jap girl is bionic woman. &lt;br /&gt;How ironic the biggest bum of a best fwen would get the strongest/healthiest/fittest Jap exchange sister i've had the pleasure of knowing.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, even alan and i were half dead from exhaustion, and she was stil raring to go..&lt;br /&gt;how is that possible???&lt;br /&gt;we brought her to tugu negara, kl tower, jalan imbi, back to kajang, back to cheras, down to 1u. &lt;br /&gt;By then jesze was just about lying prone on her house floor..couldn't even budge.&lt;br /&gt;Course i was lying on the couch..&lt;br /&gt;and what does the jap do???!!??&lt;br /&gt;She just sits on the table writing her postcards...&lt;br /&gt;Insane..&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether to admire her or freak out. &lt;br /&gt;Right now i'm leaning towards the latter.&lt;br /&gt;So i did become the tour guide this past few days. Not only to the jap girl tho...Both jesze and alan were as blur as her...&lt;br /&gt;funnily enough, exploring kl with only a rough guide on how to get around was...liberating. after a while, the streets get really familiar..i mean how big can kl get?&lt;br /&gt;course i'm getting bored of kl. the jammed packed roads are starting to get on my nerves. &lt;br /&gt;Next on the list..Putrajaya!! pffft....&lt;br /&gt;had my first family dinner in ages. Ish ish...moi alan joined me for dinner.Well actually i was supposed to treat my dad with my first pay check...but the sad part is, that's all i can afford. one resonably good dinner.&lt;br /&gt;nyek, guess that's what i get for opting to work twice a week and play for the rest..=D&lt;br /&gt;met up with jin last night. omg the fella cut her hair!! damn happening. i think everyone should cut their hair.^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115478439960350812?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115478439960350812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115478439960350812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115478439960350812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115478439960350812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/08/that-jap-girl-is-bionic-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115462337944277170</id><published>2006-08-03T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T00:42:59.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so emo now.&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with jesze and one of her future university mate. ish ish....i'm talking about yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;Surprise surprise...jesze actually knows good food around. It's supposedly some famous lam mee at ulek.Lam mee is some kinda thick yellow noodles in gravy with prawns and chickens. &lt;br /&gt;So we were sitting our asses there for the nest two hours. It was raining heavily. Well, they were chatting. I started blanking out half way. It just hit me. Jesze's actually leaving. I mean sitting there listening to them talk about america...I was like fuck....&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, i've never really dealt with this before. mostly my way of adjusting to losing someone is to think of good goodbye presents to give them(which in jesze's case, i keep on thinking of ikea boxes, cos frankly that girl doesn't wear anything or NEEDS anything)..But really ikea boxes???? yesh, can't believe i'm soooo creative...&lt;br /&gt;But i do try not to think about it lest i get upset...&lt;br /&gt;anwyays, her japanese buddy came down. so we brought her to the taman connaught pasar malam. wakakaka...dont' you just love japanese people? they're so polite that anything you feed them they'll eat it...mwahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;so yours truly fed her otak-otak, apam balik, agar-agar,coconut ice-cream, yong tau foo,bangkok biscuit...well she did like the apam balik(kuih kacang..)huhu...everything also..."good good *with that thumbs out sign*"...&lt;br /&gt; gosh i love japs...&lt;br /&gt;there was this last batch my bro hosted, one jap guy even licked petroleum!!course we didn't tell him to...he just did...&lt;br /&gt;Anyays, i have been pissing my mom off lately. I think it does have something to do with the fact that i've been coming home when she's asleep. ish ish....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115462337944277170?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115462337944277170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115462337944277170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115462337944277170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115462337944277170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-so-emo-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115444941752178268</id><published>2006-08-01T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T00:23:37.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So being the utmost filial daughter i am, i went on an all round kajang town jaunt. &lt;br /&gt;I did promise i'd do some errands for her. &lt;br /&gt;So i did.&lt;br /&gt;First was the post office. I walked from the clinic....to the post office. %$#%@$! for the uninformed...the blardy post office is near the police station.yesh...anyways after like 20 minutes of walking under the hot HOT sun, i reach. SO then of course i'm really blur cos i know nothing about the proper procedures in post offices. Government offices tend to have that effect on me. So i wait.for another half an hour before my number gets called. okay so i am damn stress adi...&lt;br /&gt;"cik, you mesti tampal setem ini. you kena take off the cellotape...(i was sending a package)"&lt;br /&gt;aiyo...&lt;br /&gt;then i go to the writing counter(which i didn't know where it was). borrow a pen knife, cut off the cellotape. ish ish...&lt;br /&gt;Then i get back...&lt;br /&gt;she gives me a cheque...asks me to go rhb.&lt;br /&gt;so i go.&lt;br /&gt;then i come back.&lt;br /&gt;she gives me another cheque...asks me to go hong leong.&lt;br /&gt;then i come back.&lt;br /&gt;she gives me another check..asks me to go ocbc.&lt;br /&gt;then i come back.&lt;br /&gt;she asks me to go find the comissioner of oaths.&lt;br /&gt;then i come did not come back.&lt;br /&gt;i decided my hair needed a trim and a wash.(okay and i did wanna take a break from all that walking. so sue me) wakakaka... i went to visit my hairdresser again. since we were both damn free, she took ages with my hair and i was mostly having fun reading magazines..&lt;br /&gt;OMG am i becoming a bimbo!!???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115444941752178268?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115444941752178268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115444941752178268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115444941752178268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115444941752178268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-being-utmost-filial-daughter-i-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115426788016126183</id><published>2006-07-30T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T21:58:00.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My whole body is aching. It's a weird feeling, where you want your musles to move, yet, you can *barely* cos you're just to tired.&lt;br /&gt;So I did go visit the gym today. Wasn't planning on doing some serious exercise, just to check the place out. MoMo came along since she was moaning  summit about losing weight. Yesh, and her  waist's only 22 inches!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, fitness first is pretty happening.The staff are really helpful without being intrusive. And they don't try to sell plans of you.the clientele's mostly middle aged adults over there. But there are some farking gym pervs that stare at your breasts!! Humph...i don't stare at their fat tummies do i???&lt;br /&gt;wakakaka, but what i did enjoy about that place is their free drinks. After exercising, there's this place to chill out with all the soft drinks, reading newspapers and magazines.&lt;br /&gt;So i did try the machines out for about an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, i mean i am damn happy i can still jog for about a half hour!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then i got damn sad after the machine indicated i only burnt like 150 calories!!!&lt;br /&gt;So never mind, went to take a break before trying the cycling thingy. I so prefer jogging to cyling.&lt;br /&gt;But since this are holidays and not exercise-till-you-can-pengsan-day i then proceeded to chill at the tables with my coffee and newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;wakakaka...watching momo pound it out the whole time was actually kinda interesting. The sweat pouring outta her face, her determined look, and her joyous face as she plonked down beside my coffee and newspapers...&lt;br /&gt;"I've burned 355 calories!!!"&lt;br /&gt;considering the average female needs 2000 calories a day...&lt;br /&gt;I'd say it's pretty damn good...&lt;br /&gt;but then, 100 plus sets you back 65 calories..&lt;br /&gt;So how?????&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh and did i mention the great showering facilities???wakaka....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, we went to watch dragon tiger gate. Seriously,half the time i thought i was watching a Tiger beer advertistment..More aptly put by momo,&lt;br /&gt;"a 'b' grade chinese music video"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was dinner time. we went to one of those italian restaurants outside leisure mall. Should be quite authentic cos apparently it's owned by real italian people. &lt;br /&gt;The tiramisu was really good.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, all my blardy exercising wasted....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i MoMo damn near *almost* terrified me today.&lt;br /&gt;My fingers were gripping her seat.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when the other car was coming head on towards us..&lt;br /&gt;remember peoples, when you turn a lane,don't and i repeat DON'T go into another person's lane. Especially if the other person happens to be going the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;ayyy....our conversations went mostly like this...&lt;br /&gt;"momo,you know you ran the red light right?"&lt;br /&gt;"oh, there was a traffic light?"&lt;br /&gt;i did almost scream (out of fear) being her passenger.&lt;br /&gt;so obviously i was worrying when she did fetch me back..(bless her soul. damn nice to be driven around for a change...:P) More about worrying that she did get lost. &lt;br /&gt;I totally did my most patient best to direct her out.&lt;br /&gt;"okay you see right, you go down my hill...blablabla...keep RIGHT.see police station...turn RIGHT....go up a ramp...bla bla bla KL!!! Now repeat what i just said"&lt;br /&gt;"em...go down your hill turn right...keep RIGHT...turn LEFT..."&lt;br /&gt;"NONOONO..you go *and the proceeds to repeat the whole thing again* now repeat what i just said"&lt;br /&gt;"bla bla bla keep RIGHT..turn LEFT bla bla bla see police station"&lt;br /&gt;"NONONOO...*and proceeds to repeat everything again*now repeat what i just said"&lt;br /&gt;"addie i'm sure gonna get lost"&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;since i can't ask her to repeat anymore with the risk of sounding anal and patronising, i saw my MoMo off...&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, it wasn't the last i heard of her...&lt;br /&gt;"addie, i'm lost"&lt;br /&gt;"where are you???"&lt;br /&gt;"em i'm at this petrol station, surrounded by trees, i just passed a graveyard"&lt;br /&gt;omg, so sounded like a setting for one of those horror movies ala hill have eyes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115426788016126183?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115426788016126183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115426788016126183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115426788016126183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115426788016126183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-whole-body-is-aching.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115415289945486977</id><published>2006-07-29T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T14:01:39.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got fucking bad food karma.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that my school friends can name good restaurants of any kind...&lt;br /&gt;but with my college mates, out food knowledge is pathetic. It was really sad, i spent the whole freaking day yesterday looking for a good retaurant with great food. And in the end...&lt;br /&gt;La Bodega.&lt;br /&gt;OF all places!!&lt;br /&gt;the ambience was great.Good music(not spanish tho),dark-ish atmoshpere.. &lt;br /&gt;The fact that people were only chilling and chatting should have tipped us off.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that Sain isn't known for it's food is another negative.&lt;br /&gt;The that place only had 2 pages of its menu dedicated to food and the next five to drinks( damn sad...i would have liked it more if i didn't have to drive back..T_T)&lt;br /&gt;And the waiter's description of the food there...&lt;br /&gt;Paella = "alah, macam nasi goreng sepanyol."&lt;br /&gt;So the spaghetti is mee goreng sepanyol issit???&lt;br /&gt;My tapas is roti bakar sepanyol issit?????&lt;br /&gt;You know spanish food isn't your thing when you start choosing plain white bread to slather your toppings over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And jesze chose today to  express her disappointment at her parents.&lt;br /&gt;Of course i was a bit apprehensive, i mean i do want a *ahem* spotless reputation with parents. ish ish...since i damn manja her ( you know i do) and the first time in 19 years she did have a rebellious streak i complied .&lt;br /&gt;"eh so what happens when i reach your house?"&lt;br /&gt;"just run upstairs. i'll deal with my dad"&lt;br /&gt;damn scary ler...&lt;br /&gt;"hiunclebyeuncle"( yes i was running)&lt;br /&gt;"you guys don't stretch it too far"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun. Full Stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115415289945486977?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115415289945486977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115415289945486977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115415289945486977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115415289945486977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-got-fucking-bad-food-karma.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115397783236504255</id><published>2006-07-27T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T13:23:52.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ayyy...feel like crap....&lt;br /&gt;Waking up with a raging thirst plus a faintly nauseous feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh....never again....&lt;br /&gt;What i remember..&lt;br /&gt;I remember going out yesterday with june and alan. For Uncle seng's. Which, incidently she  only ate HALF the meal. But mostly it was spent chatting about farewells, jobs, life..wakaka..And we haven't finished it yet!!!! I need it done by next week peoples!!!&lt;br /&gt;I remember them meeting MoMo my architecture student. haha....and yes, i did forget about the architecture.So i'm a lousy liar..=D MoMo looking hotter and happier(i'm so proud of you!!) than i've seen her in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00708.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first pool game in months. I like pool, but the sticky feeling you get after stepping out of AC of where ever is the pits....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being really happy that June &amp; alan got along great with MoMo.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember going to Pcd...ish ish....fort minor was so much better.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, pcd was infested with kids. Little girls mostly. WTH don't they have other people to idolize???? What's the world coming to?? &lt;br /&gt;*ahem* in retrospect, the dolls are pretty decent people...other than their penchant to be underdressed. &lt;br /&gt;Addie  *almost hates* kids now...Damn little girls jumping around stamping on my feet!!!&lt;br /&gt;But Nicole is soo much hotter in real life.   the reason i dragged my lazy bum *braved* the crowds for. And she can sing man!! wakaka.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00711.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00711.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00712.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so deserve my apple martini after that....&lt;br /&gt;So moi alan and i ended up at bangsar..&lt;br /&gt;"i didn't come here so that you can fuck around with your fucking phone with all your girls all night!"&lt;br /&gt;"you're just fucking playing around with your food. Pushing your food around"&lt;br /&gt;Yesh...i shamelessly eavesdropped on some couple beside me. &lt;br /&gt;damn skippy girl power!!&lt;br /&gt;anyways, they we tot they were gonna break up. the tension....but then....haha she was actually celebrating his birthday....&lt;br /&gt;The celebrations there are damn farking cool...&lt;br /&gt;They put wineglasses, one on top of the other...martini glass at the bottom.em...a teeny weeny *sherry?* glass in the top. start pouring some drink from top down..and set it on fire. As you know, alcohol burns...&lt;br /&gt;so the person then starts drinking with a straw provided of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00716.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty blur,it's the flaming blue thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember one apple martini turned into...another grey goose martini(alan can't choose drinks !!) *tho i think that's what got me plastered...* humph...another vanilla martini....&lt;br /&gt;ugh....and i have to teach kids later.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115397783236504255?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115397783236504255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115397783236504255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115397783236504255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115397783236504255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/07/ayyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115382731067077647</id><published>2006-07-25T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T19:40:24.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So something happened the other day. &lt;br /&gt;In my brother's school. This guy, his school mate, got hit by a car. It was a hit and run. But they found the driver.&lt;br /&gt;Get this, the driver was about my age, and talking on the phone. He drove a pajero.&lt;br /&gt;And the boy was hit in front of his house. In front of his mother. &lt;br /&gt;He's totally brain dead now tho.Meaning there's no chance of him making any miracalous recovery. But his parents still want to keep him alive.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;bro : it costs 5000 a day in the hospital. (Sunway medical)&lt;br /&gt;mom : so why won't they just pull the plug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"his birthday is this friday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all shut up after hearing that. &lt;br /&gt;So does that mean his parents would do it...on his birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Well, the hit and run guy, he did eventually make a police report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my mom was sure the driver was lying about the speed he was going(80km). Seems that if someone goes at 80, the injuries wouldn't be so extensive. &lt;br /&gt;So to prove her point, she drove us(my bro and i) down my house's hill at 80km.&lt;br /&gt;Not that she was planning to whack anything...&lt;br /&gt;Damn crazy. damn scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i've got all these plans in my head now. wakaka...so in order to make plans, i've formulated some ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bold&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/bold&gt;: I can only make A trip somewhere overnight. Okay maybe two if my results make me happy. Sooo.... &lt;br /&gt;a) Kuala Selangor.Fireflies are really nice and twinkly. Course it's only for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Fun factor : 3.5 (fireflies last for about an hour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Some island. i suggest *someone* plans this. Cos damn headache.&lt;br /&gt;Fun factor : 4 ( ish ish, i just wanna lie on the beach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Penang? This is a long shot. But you know the Pearl of the Orient and all that sheet. There is Batu Feringghi( never did have a chance to visit), Penang Hill, Gurney Drive.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh...i wanna get my little mahjong set !!! &lt;br /&gt;Fun factor : it's shopping!!!need i mention it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For day trips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a ) Putrajaya. It's an absolute known mandatory requirement for all tourists to come here. And there's the famous Wetlands in Putrajaya. I've never been there. Hence i don't mind visiting the wetlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Klang..bak kut teh !! Take pics of ships..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) the sky bridge( pertonas twin towers) and the kl towers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) MELAKA!!!!!! Purty please???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) Petaling street. I'll be waiting for *you* at starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f) Sunway theme park..wakaka it's a long shot, but you know think of the rides!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g) Taman Pertanian Shah Alam. Well we HAVE to go cycling don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h) Shopping shoppin shoppin...(1u, mid valley, klcc, etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) Taman Connought Pasar Malam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j) Indian mamaks and banaleaf shops!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k) My brother suggests Petrosians..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j) Batu Caves.hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l) Dim sum.emm....make sure *someone* knows how to order food there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m) the butterfly park, lake gardens...the whole area. Purely for taking pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n)There's this lantern festival going on at sri petaling. By tourism malaysia. Ahem...well obviously we know who it's meant for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o) party party party!! *you * know what i mean...wakakakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt; Alan's Back!!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115382731067077647?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115382731067077647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115382731067077647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115382731067077647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115382731067077647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-something-happened-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115367573190449847</id><published>2006-07-24T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T11:35:11.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am never going shopping &lt;bold&gt; AGAIN &lt;/bold&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously...today i did i swear on my little pinkie finger swear Not intend to go shopping. &lt;br /&gt;But it was sales!!Nyek..&lt;br /&gt;I got my shorts....happy happy...at 55!! It's cheap for reasonably good quality pants. At u2.&lt;br /&gt;I got another dress. At urban &amp; co. 30% off!!! It's brown and a summmer dress. wakaka...according to yenz, my dresses aren't exactly summer dresses, more like party dresses. aiyo....next up..nichii!! oh wait..no shopping no shopping.&lt;br /&gt;to you know who :*just bring me there okay?*&lt;br /&gt;And i found out..ikea is a nice place to hang out. Of course that's what happens when you follow a girl who used to adore dolls houses as a kid..=P The smell of wood is just intoxicating...and the sales!!Check out the lamp section, it's just crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;somehow i bought scented candles. Three photo frames for 3 bucks!!! so cheap.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why i bought photo frames. I don't have any photos to put inside. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;anyways, i have this obsession with comforters. specially those downy goose feather ones...sighs..seriously..and it's on sale!! only 199..I can totally see myself snuggling into it on rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;Then yenz and i went to watch the lake house.haha it was romantic and all, but it didn't really make sense....but we did miss the first 10 minutes. By the time we went to the cinema, they were already writing letters to each other....sighs..&lt;br /&gt;Going shopping with my little yenz is insane. We were totally scurrying to the atm machine..*ahem* so you get how my day went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone make me stop saying 'damn gay'????!!??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115367573190449847?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115367573190449847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115367573190449847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115367573190449847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115367573190449847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-never-going-shopping-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115358611375859728</id><published>2006-07-23T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T01:06:18.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00680.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looked much better when it was done tho. she is so gonna kill me fer this. &lt;br /&gt;Seriously, introducing girls to hairdressers is like damn terrifying.i was nervous.I mean, messing with a girl's hair, is like commenting about their body weight. You don't want to do that..  Specially  with SOMEONE threatening not to ever talk to me if it did turn out bad. ish ish...stoopid...hair grows..=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm damn proud (proprietal feeling) i did turn out good. Good is an understatement. &lt;font size="7"&gt;Pretty freaking hawt! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00687.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00687.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's long on one side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we ended up at times square cos yours truly had some stuff to get there and I had to get a pressie for kein. humph...I was sorta looking forward to trying clothes with him but that bugger refused to get into any!! aih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And jesze brought this really antique camera. Who uses film cameras nowondays!! Damn...we were like super jakuns staring at the camera.I swear the people at the other table were laughing at us!!&lt;br /&gt; it's a pentax thingy...with no screen.Just a viewfinder. Do they even sell film rolls now??? So yeah,we took pics with the antique camera.The flash is so much more powerful than normal digital ones. &lt;br /&gt;Jesze is damn blur man...&lt;br /&gt;me : so how many megapixels is it?&lt;br /&gt;and she actually tried to check!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00690.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at starbucks...nyek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00692.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kien and jesze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00681.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00681.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with his hangover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kien was acting really obnoxious today. Seriously, i was about to kill him. Damn stress man in the car. hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;But he did make it up...driving his vios was so incredibly high man. Never thought a car could get me that way. Next up...drifting!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115358611375859728?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115358611375859728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115358611375859728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115358611375859728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115358611375859728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-looked-much-better-when-it-was-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115349326875152002</id><published>2006-07-21T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T22:47:48.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got a new job now. They call me teacher. I feel powderful.Nyek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a bum. All i do when i go out is eat eat eat.I can feel my tummy expanding slowly...slowly...in two weeks, i prob can't fit my jeans!! sobs....nah,and there are friends which i wanna meet. Soo....it was jia yi and amanda at pizza hut today. Since she's leaving the next day, i had to go say..welcome back and goodbye!!&lt;br /&gt;I suppose i suck keeping contact with people. That's why i hate saying goodbyes...&lt;br /&gt;but it's amanda!! haha miss hanging out with her. she's the best in retalling stories. it's almost as if you're there!! the person getting cheated on...the person getting lied to..nyek...&lt;br /&gt;Yesh...lunch was fun. catching up on all the crap. Complications...makes my *supposed* probs with my coll friends seem like child's play.It is anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention, they brought their boyfriends? haha not one but both. &lt;br /&gt;I felt lost. What's worst than being the third wheel, it's being the fifth. &lt;br /&gt;haha suppose i need a boyfriend or girlfriend. Wakaka..but fortunately feelings like these don't last. happy happy..&lt;br /&gt;At least i've got a complimentary football courtesy of amanda's boi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00679.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys were really fascinated at my cam whore-ish skills. how i manage adjust the camera just on the dot...wakakaka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115349326875152002?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115349326875152002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115349326875152002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115349326875152002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115349326875152002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-got-new-job-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115332432944269448</id><published>2006-07-19T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T23:52:09.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think my parents are getting to comfy with me around. yesh.... now i've been delegated to go marketing too. Dragged out of bed at dunno what godforsaken hour to go to the market Which i have not stepped foot in in like freaking i think...almost 6 years...still stinks...actually the stench is FINE..but eeewww....the dirty water making my slippers gross. And i have to drive home...step the car pedal. And yeah, i Usually drive barefooted. But not anymore.Yuckitiyuckyuck...So i now know the difference between what sawi to buy,and lotus roots,what kinda limes to buy god..i'm becoming an auntie.fark....nyek..and who says i won't get enough experience back in kajang???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG met yean sun today!! went for lunch at wong kok's leisure mall. ish ish the only place which gives people two forks to eat french toast.One to stab the toast and the other to stab harder. So lame. But yeah, the good old days you know. I used to sit on her lap and play play in class.think i was standard six then..=D wakakaka..addie was super de manja-ed last time k...So we just sat there chatting about...ugh..america, life, the weather...since she's studying there and all that. what's with you US people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, i took the KL- seremban to KLCC&gt; wakaka no cheras way for me.seriously, after getting of the phone with you the other day, i was really dazed.my tiny little head was swimming with directions. don't go all emo on me no yelling abbout your wasted smses arr......so yeah ...thanks kien!!!I can now add klcc to my repetoire. nyek..see now i know how to drive to one u AND KLCC..&lt;br /&gt;Sophia's farewell was at dome. apparently dome serves pretty decent nasi lemak.One plate costs 17.50. I took some oriental spicy chicken salad( i feel fat okay).Suffice to say i'm not going to dome ever again.!!i shall try that curry chicken place next time...*smirk*&lt;br /&gt;anyways, everything seems off at half price. zara, topshop...damn stupid..i was soo excited. My shorts ourside topshop was 50% off!!WTF....50% off rm156. i kenot take it...what happened to cheap shorts!!!??? and we also went dress shopping...ish ish i have a sudden fetish for dresses....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115332432944269448?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115332432944269448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115332432944269448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115332432944269448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115332432944269448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-think-my-parents-are-getting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115323512317567070</id><published>2006-07-18T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T00:53:32.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for my new job briefing today. He just wouldn't stop talking. OMG....it was one and a half hours long.&lt;br /&gt;I now know the difference between teach and instruct.&lt;br /&gt;We cannot teach with a malicious heart..or whatever that means...&lt;br /&gt;The whole company 'vision'. Which apparently is World peace through education. Blek...&lt;br /&gt;The company even has it's own song. which he went line by line with me..of course that's fine..but when the song is like a hundred freaking lines long..&lt;br /&gt;The perfect technique to mark the blardy papers..&lt;br /&gt;haha..but the best part is...da dum dum...it's only twice a week!! and 6 hours each day..so that way i can work and not feel guilty!!! wakakaka,...&lt;br /&gt;or course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie Loves Kids..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....the original bisexual ms rachel lau ending her messages with hugs and kisses, with a boyfriend to boot...&lt;br /&gt;gin telling me she loves me...*course i love you to, in a little sis kinda way*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm in the Twilight Zone....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115323512317567070?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115323512317567070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115323512317567070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115323512317567070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115323512317567070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/07/went-for-my-new-job-briefing-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115312497227386824</id><published>2006-07-17T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T01:11:12.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Warning : this post is damn freaking long. grab a cup of coffee,piss or whatever before attempting to read it.=P seriousl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore was so amazingly &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FANTABULOUS!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course with me around..wakakaka..it all started on friday...Since kien and i were, techinically backpackers, we took this cheap bus down from kluang.it cost us 7.50!! damn cheap..but then travelling on buses are really troublesome. First you have to stop in JB to interchange on to another bus. Course we took the s&amp;s transit. Also called the 170. Got yelled at by the driver in front of everyone since we were both super ulu didn't know where to pay the fare. Cost us 1.80 to go into Singapore. =P&lt;br /&gt;My phone in singapore did have roaming!!! damn freaking sad. so yours truly was cut off from the world of smses and phone calls..sobs....&lt;br /&gt;Got dropped of at the Kranji Mrt where we took a train to Kembangan. Now you'd think singapore is small...but Nooooo...the train ride took us like an hour. yes i kid you not, just to get to my cousin's house. ish ish...anyways, it was already about 1 and we were damn hungry. so after we dropped our stuff off, johnny boy ( my dear coz) took us to orchard. nyek..so stoopid, i was looking forward to some authentic singaporean food but that fella only patronizes good cafes in town. so we ended up at the food republic, which is some fancy name for a food court. ish ish...anyways the food was good so no complaints..=P&lt;br /&gt;after that we kinda wandered shopping malls. i mean it's orchard wut...every single mall is connected be it underground or by the road. wakakaka then we went to meet moi alan at the orchard mrt just to you know say hi and all that. but then he was meeting his fwens since some people tot i was so callously gonna abandon him in singapore. aih...but never mind, we went wondering again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the kranji mrt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my kinda place...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orchard mrt huhu...with my 'tour guide'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, think i must have walked for like two hours before we did stop for a coffee break ... seriously, i've never done such aimless walking like this before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00640.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/320/DSC00640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the milk at starbucks is so amazingly creamy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with moi alan again afterwards. the friends he hangs out with in kl and singapore are all mostly girls too..=P so we hung out with denise and cassie and some other singaporean guy whose involvement i shall mention more about later on.ohhhh...alan got a new camera!!some 6.0 megapixel casio camera.quite a good deal. 659 singapore dollars with two 512 memory cards and a necklace watch thingy which is apparently all the rage now. happy happy we totally cam whored the camera out..&lt;br /&gt;we split up after that since kien wanted to go to coven street to get some car stuff and johnny boy was about to blow his top after the constant provocation of a certain overly hyper singaporean..&lt;br /&gt;besides, i did wanna watch pirates =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so denise brought us to gelato which has the best waffles in town. wasn't such a fan of sweet stuff after all the ice creams i had that afternoon. but nevermind...&lt;br /&gt;waffles were okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/320/CIMG0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakaka first shot in his new camera..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG0019.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/320/CIMG0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the diff tea colors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then that singaporean guy who we just realised was denise's ex boyfriend and was uninvited but just came anyway cos he thought alan was denise's current boyfriend. ugh...at least at the beginning he was quiet(assessing the situation prehaps? ).then we he got the message there was nothing going on...aih..i'd wish he'd stuck to being quiet. seriously, towards the end, kien almost whacked him up, alan wanted to slap him, and i was about to kick him . I mean that fella can out crap anyone. think marcus times hundred. our FEW conversations went something like this :&lt;br /&gt;Idit : hey, you know you'd look cute when you don't push up your face like that..&lt;br /&gt;(thinking he was referring to the way my head was held up)&lt;br /&gt;me : what? it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;idit : no no, don't push your face up&lt;br /&gt;(when i'm posing for more pics)&lt;br /&gt;idit : see you're pushing your face up again.&lt;br /&gt;that's when i realised that obnoxious twit was criticizing the way i smile. that night was a lesson of self restraint.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE he was 17, i did not yell at him.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE i tot he was moi alan's friend, i gave him face&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE i just met him, and he's acting like a immature brat with low self esteem,&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE i was happy and totally if possible ignored him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then was the arcade while we waited for the movie to start. oh man, those singaporeans can so totally out play us in photo hunt.( maybe it's cos of their attention to every little thing) their highest score there is 12 million!!!&lt;br /&gt;yes and that obnoxious twit when i did manage to spot the difference.&lt;br /&gt;"hey you finally managed to do ONE"&lt;br /&gt;he wanna fight is it?!!??&lt;br /&gt;i kenot believe it,and moi alan's friends there, even thre girls are all com crazy...&lt;br /&gt;i actually got invited to a cyber cafe to play WoW and counterstrike..haha in singapore...and i actually accepted!! well in singapore, do as singaporeans do eh..too bad moi alan didn't wanna go..keke...&lt;br /&gt;i even played mario kart with the girls. and they beat me flat!! actually i got second, but that was cos they were blowing each other up. damn shame man...kenot drive in video games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god i'm so totally in love with the flip-flops!! damn colorful..but too bad one costs like 40 bucks. which is about RM100...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bikinis there are so hawt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pirates was so stoopid...no head no tail. two and a half hours of three way duels with plenty of round circular objects. too many bad guys to keep count on. =D&lt;br /&gt;by the time the movie ended it was almost midnight, so moi alan and i decided to go check out clarke quay for a proper dinner. oohhhh....saw the ministry of sound. damn nice ler...and there were soo many mini coopers there with the "ministry of fun " written on it. soo kewt....&lt;br /&gt;somehow ended up at marakesh, a morrocan restaurant..it was soo decadent. soo arabian night-ish...&lt;br /&gt;there were swings with padded cushions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mojito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,we didn't get our dinner since that place don't serve food after ten. but i did get my mojito(mint rum and lime).the atmosphere was too appealing to just leave...&lt;br /&gt;so we ended up in hooters for our real dinner...hooters as in the place famous for woman with big boobs and ultimate short shorts. we had fries and some spaghetti. it's was actually really good. the sauce was creamy enough..nyek....&lt;br /&gt;course it was getting late, so we had to go home...but...&lt;br /&gt;saw a guy in a trishaw at the taxi stand. i mean what are the chances of a trishaw guy at 1.30 am right???!!?? since it was of course ahem..god's will..wakaka we did take the trishaw ride ...sorta like a sightseeing trip around singapore city. what better time than at night when there's hardly any cars on the road..? the old man as really sweet to, tried to give us a running commentary on everything even when he couldn't speak english and we couldn't understand mandarin..everything was perfect..the weather..being a tourist with totally no plans and expectations, just going where our whims take us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG0065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG0062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside raffles hotel. the super nice trishaw guy actually stood in the middle of the road to take this for us,,=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the old man was super nice, i did tip him too. wakaka...he even opened the taxi door fer us..&lt;br /&gt;reached home almost three. lucky janice did manage to wake up to open the door for us...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a total bum the next day, didn't go do some serious backpacking with kien. apparently, he wanted to go to little india and chinatown(good thing i didn't go ..johnny boy and him ended up walking for two hours)..ish..besides, my whole body was aching from yesterday. moi alan and i ended up watching three back to back csi episodes with janice.in the end, we were just counting the dead bodies and getting upset cos there were to many 'whole' corpses. no mutilated ones this time... Finally got out of the house at 1.30pm to meet steven. mwah so sweet of him to go all the way to the kembangan mrt to get me..=P&lt;br /&gt;went to suntec city to have lunch. we were both dead hungry so somehow ended up in some korean restaurant. got seduced by the sizzling beef outside..aih...but we knew nothing about korean food!! i know nothing about kim chi..or bolgogi or whatever..i do know that i like jap food soo much better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little steven...wakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told you it was weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, he brought me to the sky garden. it's like this garden on the rooftop..with a fountain quite shady, full of trees. and people actually go up there to chill to take a break from shopping or whatever...very peaceful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn zen-ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha after that we started walking around, course good things don't last forever, and i did have to meet janice at 4.30 for some serious girl shopping!! ish ish and that big fella refused to go shopping with me...nyek..wut is it with guys and shopping???!!??&lt;br /&gt;course it doesn't affect my couz tho.when talking about clothes :&lt;br /&gt;"wan ni,actually i don't like this season's zara men's line"&lt;br /&gt;aiyo...finally!! i've got a guy to drag shopping with!! muahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after being dragged from tangs to isetan to mng by janice...yup yup and i finally got a dress!!! ahem...i've been dying to get a dress for ages..it's more like a summer dress. it's not for any formal stuff...it's something like a 'first date dress' thingy. wakakaka....happy happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the thing about singapore is, you meet everyone you know there. and i don't know many people, but seriously, when steven and i was just walking around we met kien and johnny boy at the escalator.course i was looking for kien to give him some money. and when janice and i were just about to go looksy for alan he's sitting at mcd's with his friends! OMG so de freaky liddat.haha and i really like alan's friends(eleana, cassie and mel) tho..granted that they're all 16 and girls..(peadophile!!) wakakaka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG0179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janice and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, courtesy of janice's suggestion, we went to the esplanade hawker centre for dinner. and my dear dear cousin did not see fit to tell us that some bay beat sheet was happening there. Bay beat's this music festival..one buck short from malaysia was there!! damn freaking crowded ler. and the esplanade's hawker centre is probably the only place where everything is SELF-SERVICE. tried the supposedly famous char kuay teow there.after Q-ing up for 20 minutes. yesh....forgot that singaporeans like their char kuay teow sweet something about indonesian soy sauce....so weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG0202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG0202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eleana, cassie and i at the esplanade..nyek..&lt;br /&gt;p.s eleana does remind me of ginny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG0237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG0237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha my dear coz with that char kuay teow sheet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG0237.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG0237.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moi bodyguards for the trip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG0238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG0238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our schedule fer the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow ended up at the rooftop of the esplanade after it got too crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG0244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG0244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG0245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG0245.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn my masterpiece..!! from the rooftop of the esplanade..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG0248.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG0248.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and the chicks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG0252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG0252.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melissa and i. she's damn tall...scary...^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;course the view was fantastic and it was really breezy and would you believe we were just chilling there cam whoring for almost an hour..doing nothing...but those singaporeans can totally out cam whore me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG0274.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with cassie. moi alan says we look alike!! do we ??? do WE???!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG0273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG0273.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG0276.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the taxi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then being the tourists we were...went on the water taxi which brought deep into clarke quay...not bad..but too touristy for my taste. and the boat ride was soooo long!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG0285.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG0285.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the singapore skyline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG0301.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chilling at the mrt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took us an almost an hour. by that time , it was like 10 something at night. so the girls had to go home and kien being the gentlemen(actually he was pretty tired from that day's backpacking) went with them. alan and i wanted to chill around singapore somemore. ish ish....then janice called and told us to meet her at geylang. let me tell you it was damn farked up looking for taxis on saturday nights!! sheet we took at least half an hour of aimless walking cos&lt;br /&gt;a) most taxis were on call. meaning if you pay call taxis they'll come to you personally AND for only 4 extrra bucks. so as usual those kiasu fellas..&lt;br /&gt;b) the drivers are really freaking picky about where they wanna go!!&lt;br /&gt;well at least they don't cheat you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG0311.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so deaded in the taxi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so armed with only minimal knowledge about where to meet in geylang (that red sign, lorong 9 and some bean curd sheet) we miracously found that place. famous for it's yau cha kuai and bean curd thingy. actually damn nice. haha al least one of my cousins know how to get good food around...geylang was prob the only place in singapore which reminded me of malaysia. haha it was dirty, run down...ahh the petaling street of malaysia.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG0313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG0313.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at geylang..haha i actually like that place. it's a whole diff breed of singaporeans down there..more ah bengs and ah lians over there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG0320.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dazed crazed look after playing with moi alan's PSP...nyek...very engrossing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG0322.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakaka..waiting for my prince...well this is what you get when you've got writer's block at 2 in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;apparently johhny boy has it in his head that i can write mushy stuff after SOMEONE showed him my blog. since he's my favourite male cousin...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG0327.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG0327.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmmmmm...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/CIMG0332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/CIMG0332.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousins..mwah love you guys..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobs..for my last day in singapore...bet moi alan ten bucks i would wake up at 9 to go roller blading with him. well i did wake up at nine...felt this major pain in my chest..it's like when you're breathing in, there's this huge pressure on the right side of your chest. damn.freaking.painful. so obviously i couldn't go roller blading. scared i'd faint or something. nyek..so i did go back to sleep...until 11. since we had a train to catch at 12.30...didn't do much but have lunch with my uncle.went to tanjong pagar train station. it's funny, cos it's this train station which is malaysian property right in the middle of singapore. but no mrts go there. so it's sorta like a train station..in the middle of no where.&lt;br /&gt;going in was like a blast from the past. gone were the fancy mrts marble and glass buildings. i felt like i was in the 1950s...one good thing tho, it's really nicely preserved..&lt;br /&gt;sighs..when in singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)never EVER convert stuff. then you'd feel like sheet. just take everything in singapore dollars. and sset a limit. 200..all you're gonna spend...then do it..wakaka...so i did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;course time was super short there, wish i could shop more, sight see more, and spend more time with little steven. didn't see him in ages...nvm..i'll go again !! haha..&lt;br /&gt;and i need to try their famous amos cookies!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115312497227386824?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115312497227386824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115312497227386824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115312497227386824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115312497227386824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/07/warning-this-post-is-damn-freaking.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115280140535027646</id><published>2006-07-13T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T23:21:40.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="6"&gt; FREEDOM !!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am damn happy can scream cry sob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kien's here with me now =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready for my singapore trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; don't miss me too much people. wakakaka...once i'm done shopping there, the great malaysian sale's on the 22nd of july.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'est la vie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115280140535027646?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115280140535027646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115280140535027646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115280140535027646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115280140535027646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/07/freedom-i-am-damn-happy-can-scream-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115267234823394245</id><published>2006-07-12T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T11:04:44.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1"&gt; as promised &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO A SPECIAL SOMEONE !!!!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i can't be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt; i'm only gonna say this once soo...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being the almost 99% dependable fella,&lt;br /&gt;The original master of crapology,&lt;br /&gt;For having a  &lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt; H &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="5"&gt; U &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="6"&gt;G&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="7"&gt; E &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Heart,(don't let girls bully you!!)&lt;br /&gt;My travelling/mamak/shopping buddy,&lt;br /&gt;You aren't worth being called my pet brother, you're my REAL &lt;b&gt;&lt;font sixe="6"&gt; Brother &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you're a big boi now,&lt;br /&gt;don't be such an ass,&lt;br /&gt;wakaka stick to ONE girl,(of course with my approval =D)&lt;br /&gt;Addie &lt;font size"6"&gt;LOVES&lt;/font&gt; you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's my present for this year. &lt;font size= "6"&gt; ^_^ &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my other special somebodies, &lt;br /&gt;Who i'd be happy if you're happy,&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about the times we shared makes me smile,&lt;br /&gt;Who'd do supid things totally out of your comfort zone just to humour me(baking, golfing,following me to Jay Chou!!),&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to talk to occupy our time,&lt;br /&gt;Those silent moments are just as precious,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that you worry about me enough to yell at me,&lt;br /&gt;Who'd tell me i'm being an ass,&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, not all the time, you can teach me to love things i used to dislike&lt;br /&gt;(hated toy dogs and teen dramas),&lt;br /&gt;Though we do piss each other off occasionally,it's all forgotten after " Shaddup lar",&lt;br /&gt;For being by my side even when I'm a bitch and willingly became my emotional punching bag(sorry),&lt;br /&gt;How i love surprising you just because,&lt;br /&gt;Of course i didnt' think you were special,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want special people okay...&lt;br /&gt;cos it hurts when you leave,&lt;br /&gt;But it just happens, &lt;br /&gt;One day, you realise that you do..*gasp* care about someone,&lt;br /&gt;One day you're pushing them toward speeding cars,&lt;br /&gt;The next, you're guiding them to cross roads cos your special people are just retards at crossing roads and off course you don't want them to DIE,&lt;br /&gt;But to my special people around,&lt;br /&gt;I know now,&lt;br /&gt;since you are special,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far or where you donkeys go,&lt;br /&gt;Even if we don't meet for a while,&lt;br /&gt;I know you're special cos when we do..it's as if Nothing's changed.&lt;br /&gt;We don't have awkward silences and those fake how've you been doing sheet.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want that.&lt;br /&gt;You'll still be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;font size="7"&gt; YOU &lt;/font&gt; know who you are. &lt;br /&gt;now..go dieded...&lt;br /&gt;ish ish..;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115267234823394245?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115267234823394245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115267234823394245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115267234823394245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115267234823394245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/07/as-promised-happy-birthday-to-special.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115252548765627449</id><published>2006-07-10T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:54:56.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The first thing i saw this morning : 9.15am. Fuck..which means that i was gonna be 45 minutes late for work. ish ish disgraceful. course i shall blame you-know-what for it. In my sleep deprived state, and me staring at my desk with this blank look on my face, YF comes in :&lt;br /&gt;YF : Wan Ni, did you know you were supposed to be at the District Office at 9 am?&lt;br /&gt;Me : *still damn blur and a bit freaked out* huh ? for what?&lt;br /&gt;YF : Ms teng said you were supposed to follow her. about the webpage?&lt;br /&gt;Me : *damn shocked* no no, she didn't say anything. (which was true)well actually she didn't specify a date. so technically true.&lt;br /&gt;YF : anyway you're really lucky cos the guy in the office is on MC. Remember 9 o clock!&lt;br /&gt;yeah, no guesses as to why he's on MC. The you-know-what syndrome strikes again!!.&lt;br /&gt;why can't we be like singapore.??? they get to start after 12 !! but then they have to stay back late. still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of the world cup, the first half was absolutely amazing. The italians totally controlled the game and unusually for them, they actually attacked. Man, as grace puts it.."forza italia!!".&lt;br /&gt;Then came the second half. ish ish so disappointing.Them italians, resorted to their bloody defend all the time and wait till the opponent makes a mistake or some deadball situation then score tactic. Damn boring. I mean they weren't even trying to attack!! Tho they can afford to do it since their defence's really good. But you have to hand it to them, they know what they're good at and stick to it..still..!!&lt;br /&gt;Overall france was better..only slightly since i hate france and therefore bias...=D&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind, zidane was soo funny. drama drama...kenot take it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, tried to go mountain climbing yesterday. yeah, i like doing stuff like this. After years of being traumatised (i almost had a heart attack there at the tender age of 7 climbing that bloody thing) no seriously, i'm talking about gasping for air i'm gonna die lying on the ground situation. of course after climbing for one freaking hour we reach this place "selamat Datang ke Gunung Lambak". WTF... i'ts not even "selamat datang ke PUNCAK gunung lambak". so demoralizing..technically we were half way through. but too bad it was getting dark..soo..i fell down. nyek and there was blood everywhere..seriously damn bad feng shui in kluang lar people..*touch wood* well i shouldn't touch wood cos i want this LUCK to &lt;b&gt; GO AWAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, in conjunction with the world cup, du dum  dum dum dum...addie's top ten hottest players of the world cup!! (in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt; href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/donnamoderna2%5B1%5D.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/donnamoderna2%5B1%5D.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt; href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/zambrotta%5B1%5D.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/zambrotta%5B1%5D.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gianluca Zambrotta. aih..one of those old movie type heros ala cary grant..&lt;br /&gt;he reminds me of some swashbuckling pirate. yummy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt; href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/05071202%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/05071202%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt; href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/iker02%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/iker02%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iker casillas&lt;br /&gt;the friggin best looking goalkeeper in this tournament!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt; href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/367801_MEDIUMSQUARE%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/367801_MEDIUMSQUARE%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt; href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/229884%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/229884%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh the impish boy next door...wakaka...just dying' to mess his hair..damn adorable..&lt;br /&gt;he gets in my list for being the most adorable player..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt; href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/6618442b131f4b2i3%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/6618442b131f4b2i3%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt; href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/728643%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/728643%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andrea barzagli..&lt;br /&gt;and a calvin klein model too. =D&lt;br /&gt;he can tackle me anytime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt; href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/4294774832%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/4294774832%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt; href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/4191_140x170%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/4191_140x170%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugo viana&lt;br /&gt;definately the hottest portugese player(other than luis figo and tat gay ronaldo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt; href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/Joe_Cole%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/Joe_Cole%5B1%5D.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/joe_cole_england_profile_2005%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/joe_cole_england_profile_2005%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joe cole&lt;br /&gt;i've always had a thing for him..besides, been smoking hot, he's the only fella in the english team that wasn't a dud this world cup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay and the guy which i think's the sexiest one so far....wakaka everyone can go dieded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt; href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/30014%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/30014%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh so de macho man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, moi alan's got a job!! wakaka apparently he's gonna go china teach little kids(chengdu) and work with his uncle in shanghai. sooo chengdu's the kelantan of china or summit.IF he goes, he'll be going on the 20th of July till the 10th Of october..sooo while i'm damn proud he 's doing summit good for the world (world issues!!) of course the catch is that he doens't wanna go. so ppl we need a game plan...=P how to get out of it...? any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115252548765627449?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115252548765627449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115252548765627449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115252548765627449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115252548765627449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-thing-i-saw-this-morning-9.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115237311078654188</id><published>2006-07-08T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:38:30.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally!! wakakak i yearn for tomorrow...my first...free day!!! bring out the fireworks!! the wine! hahaha..mostly  slept today, yeah i know sad, but i seriously need to conserve my energy.for another week or so then i'm free!! ladida..four more days to go...&lt;br /&gt;finally ventured around kluang for a while. course the best thing there is Giant supermarket. there's something i notice in small towns, there are two major supoermarkets, in most east coast states, it's econjaya and down the west and south it's the store.&lt;br /&gt;just had my first wine lesson. *ahem* course one good thing in kluang is that i get good wine. huhu so far, what i've garnered...when you taste when, yone must pucker his lips ala kissing some one to get the 'real taste. Another thing one must look for is the finishing. otherwise known as the aftertaste. Of course one doesn't say aftertaste cos then they'd know you're just a punk who knos nothing. say..finishing. wakaka..oher factors come into play. the acidity of the wine. does it go down your throat like mango juice or water? if it's like water, then that said wine is  light bodied. Course the easiest wine to drink which goes with practically anything is the merlot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/IMG_9341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/IMG_9341.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yf and i. wakaka she's actually pretty cool when she's not being my boss.but damn that girl don't know how to cam whore. stared at me like a was some nutso when i wanted to take more pics..ah well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115237311078654188?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115237311078654188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115237311078654188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115237311078654188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115237311078654188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/07/finally-wakakak-i-yearn-for-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115227955367632069</id><published>2006-07-07T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T21:39:13.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no idea why. Basically my life in kluang is mostly about reading books, doing work, sleeping, watching tv. Ish ish, i feel so tired i don't even want to go out at night. so weird right...even weirder, most mornings, i don't even wanna get out of bed lest another meaningless day at work. ugh...this thing...it's sucking my soul dry. am i depressed? i don't know..o&lt;br /&gt;of course the one constant this week( the freaking longest week i've had in my life) is....air supply. yeah, i've been listening to them lately. Sooo emotional..all those songs which i remember the tunes, but not the names..their all air supply...especially goodbye, lost in love and making love out of nothing..ayyy..and there's only you by the flying pickets. another of my all time favourites...sometimes, i wish my relatives here( i do love them and all) would not constantly remind me this is how working life is. ish ish I KNOW, but do let me live in ignorance..besides..&lt;b&gt;my.uncle.freaks.me.out.&lt;/b&gt; granted that he's the only guy i know that puts dogs on IV drips when they're really sick, and he's not even a vet. So i sak him,&lt;br /&gt;Me : hey how'd you know how to put iv drips on dogs when you can't even see their veins.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: well i do it on babies bugger.&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;well there's a logic somewhere there. but i won't go there.....&lt;br /&gt;but that's not the reason why he freaks me out....wakakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the plus, being here gave me time to think about a lot of stuff...and i've finally made up my mind..=D&lt;br /&gt;just finished freakonomics.funny how i understand that book better than all my past economics theories. now that's the real FREAKonomics. MPP vs what do some wrestlers and schoolteachers have in common...yeah lots of sense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs...i miss my doggie....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115227955367632069?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115227955367632069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115227955367632069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115227955367632069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115227955367632069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-no-idea-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115211116536972375</id><published>2006-07-05T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T22:52:45.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so we have what we call the pele effect. Pele after the supposedly best footballer of the 20th century. That pele. God he may be with the ball, but when it comes to predictions, even if you flip a coin it'd be more accurate. This pele effect, every team he predicts, the results are inverse. Proof, he predicted a german and portugese final. well, wakaka...guess THAT went well...Four years ago, he said brazil didn't have a chance. ahem, they won the world cup..sooo....the rule of the pele effect...bet on france !!&lt;br /&gt;okay but don't quote me on that. i hate france.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, i've got to improve my work ethics. so from now on my motto is "it's a sin to come late and a virtue to leave late". Bleh.....&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, just proven...dogs like durians. Another life theory...life is like durians. You gotta work hard to get the sweet sweet flesh inside. why does that sound so sick? huhu all this small town quirks are getting on to me...aih...addie the small town girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/IMG_9333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/IMG_9333.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 'office'..wakakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/IMG_9338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/IMG_9338.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohhh...i got these for 10!!&lt;br /&gt; no more shopping. from now on work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115211116536972375?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115211116536972375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115211116536972375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115211116536972375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115211116536972375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-we-have-what-we-call-pele-effect.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115201587238055744</id><published>2006-07-04T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T20:24:33.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first time i am damn free got nothing to do in kluang. correction, first time i am damn free legitimately got nothing to do in kluang.&lt;br /&gt;here's how my day panned out :&lt;br /&gt;Wake up 8.00 am go to work at 9.30. At work stare at my research. attempt to do some research. grow bored. start reading philosophy made simple. wakakaka i have got to start pacing myself. only two days and i'm on my third book!! die man. somehow fell asleep on the table. woke up 45 minutes later. more philosophy made simple. Went for a two hour lunch. you're probably wondering how i can sleep and do nothing without getting into trouble. well, i've got my own office(not really my own, just that the other partner isn't here) wakaka so for the next two weeks it's mine!! all mine!!&lt;br /&gt;then i started feeling guilty. i mean i'm in kluang, so i might as well learn something right? so i ditched my philosophy at home, went back and actually did SOMETHING. After a while, YF comes in, ( yeah she caught me sleeping before) and she's like "yes i can understand research can make people sleep".  someone tells me i'm so 'ke aii'. what's that??? humph...see the problem is everyone here speaks mandarin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while, my mind started wondering again. and with no books..so wut do to. i can't draw,doodle,sketch...i started writing stories. not that i write interesting stories, but it passes time..&lt;br /&gt;Then my boss' PA comes in and tells me it's time to revamp the webpage.i so started panicing when she directed me to the official johor government website.I mean all i've learnt so far is the basic of code writing. thank god for page tutor. anyways, turns out, i don't need to write html, i don't need front page or dreamweaver or phs or whatever. happy happy i'm unofficially the creative consultant of my bosses website. meaning i give 'advice' on how to make his page more interesting. funny how i feel happier doing that than researching. i am so not made for office work. i'm just praying, this phase will pass and i'll morph into one of those ambitious workaholic biatch. &lt;br /&gt; it's really sad since some ADUNs don't even have their profiles or webpages up. don't think they care about the internet cos most of their voters prob have never heard of internet.mean i am..:P &lt;br /&gt;oh my god i've just realised some of our ADUN representatives highest level of education is SPM. i kid you not. So peoples, we're all qualified to be ADUNs..=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115201587238055744?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115201587238055744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115201587238055744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115201587238055744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115201587238055744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-time-i-am-damn-free-got-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115193050070337726</id><published>2006-07-03T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T20:41:40.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just lost my bracelet. The one i've had for god knows how long. I will not cry. I WILL NOT. *sniff*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115193050070337726?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115193050070337726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115193050070337726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115193050070337726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115193050070337726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-just-lost-my-bracelet.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115192783801791564</id><published>2006-07-03T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T19:57:18.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's only my second day in kluang and i want to kill someone. The really resort to violence beat the shit out of someone. Yeah, my second day and i've been molested and almost attacked by a pack of farking dogs. &lt;br /&gt;as has been my routine for the past two weeks, i go chilling with my friends for 2-3 days straight and the next day i rest at home(replenish my energy) sunday was my sleep all day bum around the house day. so me feeling bad for chilling decided to go jogging. i mean you'd think kluang's like a really safe small town place right?&lt;br /&gt;Some fucking asshole had the fucking balls to touch my breast, and i mean full on touch while i was jogging!! and that asshole was some fucking 12 year old fucking indian tamil black as hell useless bum kid !! Fuck man, NOBODY messes with me. So i did what any self respecting girl would do. I pushed that fucker off his bike and gave him a bad ass kick. THEN i ran back home *ahem* not that i was running away or anything, to get a baseball bat to beat the hell out of that fucker. &lt;br /&gt;course my popo saw me getting the bat :&lt;br /&gt;Popo : why are you bringing the stick out?&lt;br /&gt;since i didn't want to freak my dear popo out, in a pleasant( well as pleasant as i could sound in my state)&lt;br /&gt;Me   : oh nothing, just wanted to scare some dogs (yeah to beat and scare that fucking indian DOG)&lt;br /&gt;sad to say when i got out that sad fucker wasn't around and i DID look. Everywhere. Nevermind, i've got two weeks to find that fucker. and i WILL find him. Fuck man, i mean he's only 12 and he doesn't respect woman!!!but when i'm through with him ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so addie's a working girl now. so everything's as i expected. anyways, my boss is really really blur. wakaka so i was having this conversation with him :&lt;br /&gt;B : so what are you studying?&lt;br /&gt;me: oh i just finished a levels. i studied law, bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;b : so what do you plan on studying? &lt;br /&gt;like why would i be here if i wasn't planning on studying law!!??&lt;br /&gt;apparently he's some MCA ADUN guy. so the mca complaints bureau is right next door. &lt;br /&gt;and everyone here thinks i'm a computer expert.so i was chilling around minding my own business( actually doing work la) my boss comes in  :&lt;br /&gt;B : hey wan ni(everyone calls me that there) i've given you the admirable task of revamping my webpage.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, considering the fact i know next to NOTHING about web page designing. &lt;br /&gt;me: yeah okay. sure no problem!!&lt;br /&gt;i mean at least i get internet. after an hour sitting around copying sutff from law journals, the prospect of doing something new was totally appealing. did i mention internet? &lt;br /&gt;besides, YF(my immediate boss) told me that when you work people dont' do the things they studied for. sooooo......&lt;br /&gt;ish ish everyone's under the impression i'll be here for another month or so!! die man....and i was planning to be back in kajang by the 17th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, kluang 's really nice. and it'll be even nicer once i whack the shit out of that indian bastard..soo visit kluang!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/IMG_9309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/IMG_9309.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice le..=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115192783801791564?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115192783801791564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115192783801791564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115192783801791564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115192783801791564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-only-my-second-day-in-kluang-and-i_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115177591741264529</id><published>2006-07-01T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T01:45:17.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh the end of an almost perfect day. Don't you just love it when you're cruising down the road listening the *gasp* light and easy 's moonlight something where the play all the old songs like fly me to the moon, someone to watch over me, fools fall in love, cool cool cool of the evening. huhu..there's this feeling of peace and everything seem alright. wakaka...i just had my moment. well actually, i had a lot of moments today. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;so i finally had my girly girly day with jess and jin!! after mostly hanging out with guys, some female companionship seems like a god send. ( of course i still love chilling with you guys)yeah jesze's finally free!! happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;Fetched jesze at her house at 9.45. instead of going to 1u as promised i brought her to my school for iu day. huhu..actually, she assumed we were gonna fetch momo from her house. went something like this :&lt;br /&gt;jesze : wow, your momo lives so  close to school.hey...you're school's very crowded today. is something going on?&lt;br /&gt;me    : huh....oh no no no(nyek so i did wanna see jesze's bewildered face)&lt;br /&gt;jesze : why do you keep going round and round? you don't know where she lives? (actually i was looking for a parking)&lt;br /&gt;me    : hmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;jesze : am i crashing something?? ( after the june incident, jesze's naturally paranoid) &lt;br /&gt;wakakakakaka....when it does dawn on her.&lt;br /&gt;jesze : you  BIATCH !!&lt;br /&gt;lol let me have my fun will you. =D&lt;br /&gt;so my school was having some food fiesta cum IU day. just went there to support my bro. besides momo was curious to see who jesze was.ish ish. met some of my old school mates over there. and the food and sheet was damn freaking expensive!! but nevermind, since i'm flying off soon, it was a chance to see my alma mater one last time. sighs....but then it was blardy freaking hot so we hurried to 1u. not that i'm scared of the sun, it's just that i had a freaking long day ahead. so had to conserve my energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then was off to 1u for us!! wakaka sales sales and movies!! yup...finally jesze got to watch her long awaited take the lead!! yeah, antonio banderas is still my hot da fantasy. but the movie wasn't as nice as i tot is was. huhu....nevertheless still a decent movie. &lt;br /&gt;we did try to check the sales after that, but strangely we were both so unmotivated. nothing looked nice.wakaka i think this season's clothing just doesn't click with us. i didn't even see ONE top to go crazy over. sighs...i think right, i have to get my shorts lest my mind'll never focus on all those tops. i am interested in summer dressed now, which is what i've been trying on whenever i go shopping. but yeah, the dresses i've tried don't flatter me (as much as i like it too). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'tis the season to go pants shopping. :P we did go check out zara. i'm beginning to hate the place. the clothes are fine, but the store policy is the absolute pits.what's wrong with just standing outside the changing room waiting for you friend. aiyo..it's not like you can steal anything. i am soo not going there anytime soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe we actually watched superrSUCK. sometime ago, when the gang was at the movies watching the trailer, i remember turning to jesze telling her it was soo not happening. yeah it really was SUPERSUCK!!!!! stoopid..from now on i shall not bow to public pressure. fark man....such  a friggin waste of my 2 and a half hours. ish...it was so lame that lex luthor was(unwittingly) the comic relief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00618.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh...on the way to superSUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course after that we went for more shopping. but we didn't get anything. nyek but then we were had to go fetch jin adi.ahhhhh!!! i didn't get my juice works or coffee bean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00620.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the pwincess to arrive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was at the curve. cursed indecisiveness!! we walked out of two restaurants after getting the menus before deciding on thai express. OMFG, a word of advice. never trust clear tom yam soups and waiters that say the soup's "hanya sedikit pedas". yeah sure the first spoonful...after like the freaking 5th one your mouth's on freaking fire!!! between jesze and i we couldn't finish one bowl..but this jin fella i'm sure has defective taste buds. she claims that thing wasn't hot at all.. of course the drinks weren't too good either.i can still taste the strawberry lime thingy in my mouth...!! ugh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohh...we finally tried the ikea ice cream together. we got high on ice cream!!it's one of those moments we had that everything's so incredibly fun. it's been ages since the three of us hung out together. just the three of us. haha stupidity was in the air. from jin paying the parking ticket, to taking the scenic route around the curve, me slamming doors in jesze's face, tripping on my own legs, wakaka....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;course all good things must come to an end. got freaking taking the scenic route around to jesze's house. yeah....my contacts we beginning to bug me so i really couldn't see road signs. ended up driving around kl for a while huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today was treat your friend day...sooo in order of treat..&lt;br /&gt;thanks jesze for dinner and popcorn and parking ticket and hotdog !!&lt;br /&gt;thanks to me for the ice cream =D&lt;br /&gt;thanks to jin for the parking ticket &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00626.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that thai express..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00627.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00629.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00628.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakaka...it's as if we're giving blow jobs.=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00630.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for dinner babes..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00631.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel loved...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh feel the hunger pangs now. all i've eaten was a cookie, some popcorn, half a hot dog, half a plate of pineapple fried rice, some tom yam sheet and ice cream. ish ish...&lt;br /&gt;and i may just have had my first bisexual experience. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115177591741264529?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115177591741264529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115177591741264529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115177591741264529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115177591741264529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/07/ahh-end-of-almost-perfect-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115168657603795152</id><published>2006-06-30T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T00:56:16.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's official.I'm going kluang this sunday at 9 am. Just bought my train ticket. But i so do not have the mood to pack. nevermind, suppose i shall do it tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;since yesterday was rest day...wakaka...today was chilling out with friends day .&lt;br /&gt;first went with my momo for some dim sum. it was a a semi disaster cos we totally couldn't order anything. mostly we used sign language(damn lame).however, we couldn't get the good stuff since we didn't know what the shrimp chee choeng fun was called. ended up getting the one with char siew!!AUGH i still want my bak kut teh!!!&lt;br /&gt;then at 11++ went out with moi alan to subang drop some stuff off for my serong girl aka the spoilt brat and get stuff from muizz. I kinda tot i'd get the surprise from moi alan ( which he promised) during the afternoon, but we ended up at the curve. wakakaka asked jin to join but she totally refused nyek...so don't say we pupus adi k...&lt;br /&gt;went to eat at caffe 1920. the food's there quite okay and cheap. try the gourmet italian pie. ohhh and the ikea ice cream's working again!! wo hooo...joy joy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back at 3 o clock to rest for a while.then went to chill chill to kl for my surprise. oh my god the ride to kl took us 2 hours to get to times square. kl's crazy today espeacially traffic it's as if every freaking one decided to come out celebrate for the world cup or something. ish..poor alan..he prob sat in the car for 3 hours...&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah we ended up at eden. it's near raja chulan. actually, raikuzen looked pretty interesting, but after shogun and sakae, i've had my jap food quota. eden wasn't that impressive. prob won't go there again. haha anyways, the car jockey drove up with the wrong car. we came with a vios, but ended up with a kembara. sighs...if only they'd 'accidently' give us a bmw or mercedes or my MINI COOPER...drools...okay lar..let a girl dream..&lt;br /&gt;anyways, my surprise...? just guess...wakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00602.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the sun set and the moon come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00607.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00607.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00609.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at eden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115168657603795152?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115168657603795152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115168657603795152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115168657603795152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115168657603795152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-official_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115160395346307828</id><published>2006-06-30T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T01:59:13.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's official. Most Malaysians do NOT  know the difference between the head and tail of a coin. Let's take a simple  20 cent Malaysian coin. On one side, there a flower and the number denoting the value. On the other side, there's a building depicting the  Malaysian parliament and a crescent moon and the 13 pointed star. so which one is the heads? well it's actually the blardy building !!! &lt;br /&gt;so why am i so freaking crushed?? well my whole life(well at least when i could make sense of stuff.)i've had this mistaken assumption that the numbers side was the heads. this means that all my decisions made by flipping a COIN were the wrong ones!!! augh!!!!!how can this be..hmmmm do wonder that day at shogun when we were flipping the coin to decide if we wanted to watch that-stupid-movie-which-cannot-be-names it came out heads(not watch) but since sarah and i tot it was tails(watch) we did. see??? see?? &lt;br /&gt;june was right...stoopid..i asked my mum  today and i got the same queen elizabeth heads story. huhu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115160395346307828?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115160395346307828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115160395346307828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115160395346307828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115160395346307828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-official.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115150997401074922</id><published>2006-06-28T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T01:42:27.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didn't plan to go to school for long. maybe an hour to ditch my books and go chill in 1u...huhu however, ended up staying until 12 something waiting for muizz, and...yeah waiting. ooohh...today's sales were really good compared to yesterday's &lt;br /&gt;cos peope came to US....:P wakaka...i feel good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since it was the hot nerd's early birthday celebration, we were obliged to turn up for lunch with her and the unwitting june and sara in tow. (June we LOVE you) yeah, peoples, we took advantage of her guilt (ex-ditcher) which was why she willingly went to shogun with her. of course her bewildered look when she realised she crashed a party was priceless. the food there's pretty good. learnt tons of new things about people.&lt;br /&gt;a) moi alan gets high on wasabi. uh huh ....the 'high' of the wasabi going up his nostrils kicks into the brain&lt;br /&gt;b) sara aka the spoilt brat(self proclaimed) can eat a lot. and i mean A LOT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) half on june's buffet lunch is the dessert&lt;br /&gt;d) the green tea ice cream in shogun is pretty decent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00594.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and the hot nerd!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00595.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flowers!! i like flowers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00597.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love shogun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00598.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off course all good things must come to an end. since we arrived late for the buffet, we had to go after just and hour and a half. when in buffets..one must pace one self. 3 hours is advisable. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh..then was the stupidest show on earth. it's to stupid to even mention. an hour of my life. why why WHY!!??? enough emo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyawys, i found a substitute for my black shorts lost in bubu!! a puuurfect one at dorothy perkins!!! shall go get it later.but gotta go check singapore out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00601.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/320/DSC00600.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aih....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a weird conversation with kien at the mamak today. just an example of how moronic people can get.&lt;br /&gt;kien  : today i had a call from zaza hong kong. &lt;br /&gt;"zaza : hello, i'm calling from the head quarters of zaza hongkong.your colleague *that girl* we're calling to discuss the sponsorship of your ball. but we have transfered the matter to zaza malaysia(duh)."&lt;br /&gt;in another conversation&lt;br /&gt;*that girl* : hey hey kien !! guess what? i contacted zara hong kong to sponsor our prom&lt;br /&gt;kien        : .........&lt;br /&gt;i know zara malaysia just ain't good enough...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;betcha tomorrow's gonna be a lovely day. addie plans to eat, sleep and relax...no outings. *smirk*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115150997401074922?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115150997401074922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115150997401074922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115150997401074922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115150997401074922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-didnt-plan-to-go-to-school-for-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115140771791475754</id><published>2006-06-27T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T19:28:38.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's official, i can't do business. I actually managed to sell of my two slapper books to the mewbies(after telling them tat mr bala uses them ALL the time. nyek.so sue me.) i was totally consumed by guilt. which is why the next time i sold something to her,( my lawson book) i gave it to her for 8 bucks. eh, it's already really cheap k. but course i'm not a total idiot. i just have a conscience(UNfortunately). can't get rid of that crappy thing.&lt;br /&gt;anyways,back to how my day went. since i'm real paranoid, i absolutely HAD to go to school before seven. so i woke up at wut...6.15 to get the best tables!! just kidding. went to meet my roomie at sri petaling to you know hug hug goodbye. =D and my bak kut teh!! i need my bak kut teh!however, she had a fixation with old town kopitiam. apparently the food there is supposed to be fantastic. so after my grumblings and complaints( gasps i'm becoming my mom!!) we did go there. lol...and surprise surprise the food was on time, the bill = on time the drinks = on time!! aiyo....maybe that place isn't so bad after all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the phone call. JUNE!!! how many times adi!! seriously want to strangle you lar babes ... i know it's not your fault. most times it's really freaking screwed up luck  but BUT BUT....AUGH!!!!SLAP you...okay one more time yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha anyways, i really wanna thank my dear dear adorable roomie for organizing and cataloguing my books with me. Love ya tons for it. wakaka...and providing some hard labour. the curve awaits us!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00582.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first attempt at serious cam whoring with my short hair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00587.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakaka...roomie with her specks..nyek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00589.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indulge me. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to serious stuff. i actually started selling my books late. when i mean late i'm talking 10.30. according to Sat, people were setting up stalls at 7!!! humph..serious paranoia. aih...and then there were those pl2 students already selling law books among other stuff. wakaka business didn't look to good. since yours truly was too damn lazy to find a table, the first half an hour was spent generally wandering around figuring out the general demand of books. apparently there's a huge demand for ORIGINAL maths books.&lt;br /&gt;then was proactive action, leaving behind my stack of books for the hot nerd to jaga(business was real slow and i was bored) moi alan and i went to the lecturers for help .wakakaka...and me being a nice buddy buddy went to ask those snotty pl2 people whether they'd like to sell the books with me in classes.their reply..."oh never mind. just recommend to the students that we'll be downstairs" haha as IF...anyways, ms grace was really nice...she let us sell books in her class, mr bala and mrs ng too. wakaka even mrs ong bought my contract book of me.now i don't need to go bugging a2 ppl. ( much more difficult). woohooo... enough gloating. anyways, i came back down to find my two haralombos GONE !!! damn sad man. the hot nerd sold it off for 35 each !!!augh !!!! so depressing.that was so not the going rate. i was planning to keep one. sighs....i could have gotten 60 freaking bucks for it !!!fark man..FARK. ish ish...i mean i appreciate what she did and all but you know... &lt;br /&gt;well, people still want haralambos...haha actually it's got a really good resale value. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met sarah for lunch. tsk tsk..her whole ipod is filled with disney songs. and i mean all the ulu-fied kid songs too..:P i'm talking mary poppins, robin hood, hercules, little mermaid. lol...thanks to her, i went to sunway pyramid to check out the mng sale.yeah i still couldn't believe i liked NOTHING the other day .and i finally got another top!! huhu happy days...she was right, the mng in pyramid has better choice.(not many people there) oh yeah, nafnaf there's pretty good too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00591.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ish ish really like the top.,..&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00592.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when two cam whores collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha nap time. toodles.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115140771791475754?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115140771791475754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115140771791475754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115140771791475754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115140771791475754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-official-i-cant-do-business.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115133097210948738</id><published>2006-06-26T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T22:23:01.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm reading this novel, lolita and it's really disturbing. not because i have to check the ditcionary every two pages(i'm not joking) but because it is repulsive. to those of you that know me, it does take a lot to disgust me. Momo thinks nabokov's a genius with words. and he is...the way he write it captivates me.The beginning's fantastic. Lolita, the light of my life, the fire of my loins,. My sin my soul. Yeah, that got me hooked. what a love story eh? not when the girl he's obsessed about's only 12 and he's like what..40+?. I mean i wasn't even this disgusted when kafka on the shore's protoganist had hypothetical sex with his own mother, but lolita..dear me...is really sickening.Now i can't stop reading it cos it's just too compelling, but when i do , i stop after a couple of pages when it becomes unbearable. sighs..never thought a book could screw me up so badly. haha anyways if you see me acting weird or distracted, you'd know why.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, pet safari is a really fascinating place to go to when you've got nothing to do. especially the creepy crawly section. they've got spiders, snakes, iguanas, geckos...huhu you name it. i saw a racoon there!! damn ulu right..i know..&lt;br /&gt;anyways had this conversation with moi alan who bravely teman-ed me into the reptilian section...&lt;br /&gt;alan : six feet?(refers to snakes) this snake is so small wan..&lt;br /&gt;(that particular snakes it seems can grow up to like 12 feet)&lt;br /&gt;me   : em....i think it's quite big lar...do you know even HOW BIG 12 feet is???!!?&lt;br /&gt;alan : not that big wut....&lt;br /&gt;me   : it's twice your size ..&lt;br /&gt;alan : oh....(big eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00568.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/320/DSC00568.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakaka good rates....innit....the first official pet hotel anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/320/DSC00569.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they've even cashed into this world cup thing!! i actually tot they were baby clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00570.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha my dog'll love me for that. too bad i don't have one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00572.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakaka try dressing kai sin(seriously i was thinking about it when i saw THAT)  in this. lol..i think it'll beat her sulking when you shave her bald yearly..don't kill me. lucky dogs are color blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00573.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course moi alan likes this one. lol...haha...i think it's cute too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off course we went to check out the latest cinema. well it wasn't as cold as kat claims it was AND it wasn't that comfortable either!! i prefer gsc. and the movie we watched..ppppffftt.....stay alive. they should change the title to stay awake. enough said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am craving for that green tea ice cream tho...mmmmmm better than haagen daaz' one...&lt;br /&gt;oh and yeah child of our time on hallmark is pretty good too. haha forget all that's you've been taught in sociology and watch it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115133097210948738?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115133097210948738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115133097210948738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115133097210948738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115133097210948738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-reading-this-novel-lolita-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115115757817611832</id><published>2006-06-24T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T21:59:38.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was a perfect day to wander around bintang walk. cloudy skies after the rain( no exhaust fumes or sunny skies to choke and sweat). Being a good friend i am, accompanied kien to some doctor's office then went to bintang walk to chill around. wakaka...we even took the scenic route around sungai wang. ish ish that place is a bloody maze.took us half an hour to find the exit. nyek not surprising since i end up taking the scenic route everytime i go there..&lt;br /&gt;tried going to the mng sale. it was so depressing, there was nothing i really really wanted to get. humph...found out that i'm a size L..sobs..and told that i'm fickle minded by ee ling(kien's friend) what is it wit CBN people?!!??you just pick a top and say you might want it and put it back, next thing you know you're being called FICKLE..fickle..i hate that word.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, just realised top shop has a pretty good men's line. I like the designs, though it may be a bit garish and lala-ish..but the brown with pink stripes was nice and the white with brown stripes and flowers. i could so picture kar joon wearing stuff like that. so weird i was thinking of him when i was staring at shirts like that. which one i'd buy for him..wakaka nostalgic moment...&lt;br /&gt;wut's up will all the sisha stalls around bintang walk? &lt;br /&gt;lol..anyways, feeling like i miss hanging out with someone. bitching about people together, your inability to control your spending, especially the car trips, the shopping, the book hunting( you're the only person i drag there who looks for books too =D), the dinners at happening places....ish ish...go dieded.wakaka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115115757817611832?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115115757817611832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115115757817611832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115115757817611832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115115757817611832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-was-perfect-day-to-wander-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115106566572641522</id><published>2006-06-23T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T20:27:45.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Presenting the great inter-city tour as seen by addie.&lt;br /&gt;the route Kajang-Damansara/Bangsar-Sri Petaling-Old Klang Road-Sri Petaling-Taman Maluri- Kajang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tour freaking guides : Kien, Addie and Faye faye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our original plan was to go to mabecs then have a NICE relaxing lunch at bangsar. i mean what could go wrong?? jeee..stoopid question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kien woke me up at 8.30. but this time i STAYED awake since he was going to fetch me at 9.20. but kien being kien came earlier than that. we had to go HELP for kien to solve his prom ball thing. Me being an unbiased impartial observer was real amused at all the politics in that prom council. Infighting..bitching...gossiping...drama drama drama...actually, if some girl made an appointment with a sponsor and told me to go meet the sponsor even tho i had plans with other people(and not my responsibility) and the only reason she didn't wanna go is cos she wanted to go get a prom dress i would SLAP her. at times like this, i'm thankful i'm a girl, since only guys get screwed like that. And that same girl who tells me that she'll be there at nine when she actually arrives an hour and a half later !! yeah, so why is this any of my business? well because when kien is that guy it becomes MY business since my whole friggin morning was wasted doing nothing and generally hanging out at help. in my boredom, i decided to go check the law department. unfortunately, help was soo not my territory so i had to follow kien to the students affairs office. wakakaka...that was the only place which i liked since there were pool and foosball tables !!! by the time he was done, it was almost twelve. so instead of going to mabecs and the law department, we had to go to faye faye's place in sri petaling to meet her for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;However, faye was in the hospital for some medical check up and we walked in to her house under construction.there was this really well dressed middle aged woman and her (i assume) daughters i mean i wanted to call her popo and the daughters auntie.since i tot they were faye's aunty or something. surprise surprise  they WERE the carpenters. aiyo...damn weird lar..i thought i was in twilight zone. jeez...&lt;br /&gt;since it was 12.30, we were dead hungry so shaun,kien and i went for lunch at mcd's while waiting for faye. so much for bangsar. sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00542.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at mcd's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00547.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all shops should have this in two languages. to ahem..avoid confusion...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when faye DID come back,(1.30) we went to citrus park for my second lunch. wakakaka...i finally know where that place is !! ish i tot it was some high class place with a real garden...see my confusion?&lt;br /&gt;me   : so this citrus place, is it like damansara uptown&lt;br /&gt;faye :yeah, it's a smaller version.&lt;br /&gt;NOT...more like leisure mall ten times worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00549.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nerdy look @ Citrus park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eish...then it was finally time for mabecs!! wakaka...kudos to faye faye for bringing us to pj old town even though she had NO idea where mabecs was...:P muacks! yes the main reason why i HAD to go out today. went to ask some stuff about UK. haha but in the end, it was kien and i waiting for faye faye since she got really into enquiring about UK, the cost of living, learning medicine. ish ish....i've created a monster !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00557.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in an interview seems that one UK uni gave this student a blank UK map and asked him to label all the districts and cities. wakakaka....of course it's just for medical students since medicine is just sooo in demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00559.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspiring words....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/400/DSC00558.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakaka kien wants to go uk now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dropping faye off, we had to rush to SSG to fetch my bro. ugh...in the usual kl fashion, it started RAINING..by this time i was panicing since it was 5 and my interview was at six !!wakaka...thankfully..THANK YOU GOD...i made it!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayyy....so how my interview went. bad omens at the beginning. I farking realised i DIDN'T have my SPM certificate, all i had was my farking forecast.which leaves us to more pressing matters...where the hell is me real cert??!!????/ ayyy sheet, i foresee myself visiting SSG AGAIN. fark man fark. FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;okay that was fine...so i chatted with my employer to be, didn't go so bad...apparently he wants me to teach not only maths but english...some snippets from out conversation..&lt;br /&gt;mr x : so you'll be dealing with kids..teaching kids how to do&lt;br /&gt;me   : i love kids !! i've always wanted to be in education..&lt;br /&gt;shut up people. not a word from any of you !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr x : oh...so why are you having second thoughts with law?&lt;br /&gt;me   : cos i find law tedious&lt;br /&gt;(sheet which implies i'm damn lazy..so in an effort to rescue the situation)&lt;br /&gt;me   :....but it doesn't mean i'm adverse to hardwork , just that i can't see myself in 30 years studying law. i prefer education. &lt;br /&gt;mr x :...my girlfriend's a lawyer..&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah...so he asked me to call him in july...which is when i wanna start. 3rd week of july.&lt;br /&gt;in the mean time, it's off to kluang for me !! wakaka don't miss me too much peoples...=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115106566572641522?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115106566572641522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115106566572641522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115106566572641522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115106566572641522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/06/presenting-great-inter-city-tour-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115099110573505916</id><published>2006-06-22T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T23:45:05.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my god..take the lead is just so so so nice !!Antonio banderas is my hot dad fantasy. Why can't guys now on days be like him? opening doors for women, saying thank you, you're welcome..sighs..even though it was two hours long, time was irrelavant. seriously, it was that fantabulous. wakakaka...seriously, the tango looks so intriguing. wish i had the time to take lessons. &lt;br /&gt;i just found out my june's gonna  get a job too!!!she's going to be working near the world's tallest pencil. lol...it's a huge honour since how many people can say they work near the world's tallest pencil?? OMG so lame man..ayyy with jess busy and june about to start work, this peer pressure thing is starting to get to me. therefore, yours truly decided to get a job. so i dunno how...everything happened so fast...i have an interview set up for tomorrow. it's nothing big, just some simple brainless job which involves kids(it's NOT a kindergarden teacher).&lt;br /&gt;anyways, my mom thinks i should go back to kluang to shadow a lawyer over there. of course pay in neglible, and i can stay for as long as i like, but i'm so torn...should i ciao to kluang for a while?or stay with my job(kids!!). granted that i didn't tell her about my interview tomorrow..hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115099110573505916?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115099110573505916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115099110573505916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115099110573505916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115099110573505916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115090925101890978</id><published>2006-06-22T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T01:00:51.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had the weirdest conversation with moi alan the other day. you know how i'm a big fan of wanting to know about the comic book world since it's worse than any korean/spanish/english soap opera.i'm serious, comic books have the ability to confuse the hell out of you. it all started when :&lt;br /&gt;Me  : so which one's better , dc or marvel?&lt;br /&gt;Alan: marvel, cos they got more superheros. they got x men!!&lt;br /&gt;Me  : okay, so actually what happened in the end end of x men.cos i  heard the      ending was fake.&lt;br /&gt;Alan: it is. actually there is no more x men, it's now the new generation. they call themselves mutant x. &lt;br /&gt;Me  : huh? then what happened to the rest?&lt;br /&gt;Alan: well the comic book is really far into the future. so all the x men are dead.&lt;br /&gt;me  : (crushed) DEAD what do you mean DEAD????&lt;br /&gt;alan:yeah they were killed fighting the ultimate enemy. onslaught. he has the powers of professor x and magneto..&lt;br /&gt;me  : huh how?&lt;br /&gt;Alan: yes, when they were fighting somehow their powers combined and then they both hilang akal. all their powers went to onslaught&lt;br /&gt;me  : so now every one died cos of HIM?&lt;br /&gt;alan: yes...except spiderman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me  : so this silver surfer...why is he more powerful than ice man?&lt;br /&gt;alan: cos he was created by galactigos to destroy him.&lt;br /&gt;me  : (confused) eh why?&lt;br /&gt;alan: galactigos eats planets for breakfast lunch and dinner. he's very powerful. so he wanted someone to fight him.&lt;br /&gt;me  : WHY???&lt;br /&gt;alan:because he's bored.&lt;br /&gt;me  : so why doesn't he eat earth?&lt;br /&gt;alan:cos of silver surfer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suffice to say after that my curiousity's dead. DEAD and buried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been getting unpleasant morning calls lately. huh...that had better change tomorrow or else !!! wakaka...i'm so paranoid now.  no more ditching k? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from the mamak with kien and yik. wakaka...the portugese match was fantastical. one of the better world cup matches' i've seen. well the first half at least...:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115090925101890978?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115090925101890978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115090925101890978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115090925101890978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115090925101890978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-had-weirdest-conversation-with-moi.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16831476.post-115082872563201431</id><published>2006-06-21T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T02:42:12.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>addie loves apple martinis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/320/DSC00529.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/320/DSC00530.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the green is soo seductive. the taste soo crisp, sour and tangy. doesn't it look fab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;addie loves dogs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/1600/DSC00526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3992/1608/320/DSC00526.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo adorable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moi alan and i went to 1u today. since he wanted to take yours truly for dinner we had a 5 o clock show. haha i was walking casually i might add to the normal cinemas when he pulls me aside and drags me to gold class!!! so weird man...haha..but it was a good weird. i got to watch fast and furious snuggling up in a blanket with my cafe mocha and cajun fries to boot.and it was all his treat too. haha must be "treat your best buddy good day".&lt;br /&gt;wasn't really impressed with fast and furious tho, since you know x cute girls and and idiotic hero who talks like 'awww yah mama ain't no nahtheeng lyke muh mama' accent. i have problems with southern accents on guys. they sound stupid. and him acting like an idiot didn't help either.I mean taking on the drift king(DK) when he just had a ten second lesson from some bow wow(brake with the handbrakes). D'oh.  &lt;br /&gt;anyways drifting looks really interesting. can someone loan me their car? pretty please kien?? =D&lt;br /&gt;then was telawi street bistro for us. wakaka for the first time we choose a pizza which did not&lt;br /&gt;a) taste like wine and therefore sucked&lt;br /&gt;b) tasted too much like cooked salmon and therefore sucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha of course I choose the pizza so i has to be good. note to self : calzone pizza is actually pizza wrapped up. augh !! the food was alright. confession time : i was there for the drinks. wakakaka...yeah addie's becoming an alco. =D but i shall refrain from drinking alco for a while.nyek.i've just realised, i can't survive the hols just on my savings...die......DIE....&lt;br /&gt;wakaka...thanks moi alan for the dinner. wakaka next dinner's on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16831476-115082872563201431?l=addiemania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/feeds/115082872563201431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16831476&amp;postID=115082872563201431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115082872563201431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16831476/posts/default/115082872563201431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addiemania.blogspot.com/2006/06/addie-loves-apple-martinis.html' title=''/><author><name>Addie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727529119967920038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
